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[tyler_marlocke]

This fine evening, with a lack of Cecil to play with back home and a weekend to himself finally, Tyler is in a booth in the bar with a plate of fried paradoxes and... what is looking like a playing card house made out of sugarpackets.

Every so often, usually around the second 'floor' of the building, the entire structure collapses and starts again.

Come help him build?

{Tiny Tag:Pomona}