Every Card Counts

The album by The Completist Crew

Twelve songs about what collectors actually think about: the card that has been missing for years, the box in the attic, the trade with a stranger on the other side of Europe. The result is a full hip hop album built around TCG-Completist, from a mob-movie intro through a detective case at a card convention to a letter to a first binder.

12Tracks

39:13Runtime

2026Released

The twelve tracks

Deal or No Deal (Intro)Skit · mob-movie intro 1:26

A shop owner locks up after hours and explains to a young collector why luck out of a booster pack is not the part that decides anything.

Lyrics

Rain, a door bell chimes, footsteps on wooden floorClose the shop. Lock the door.Sit down, kid.Look, I just wanted to know if the new set drops tomorrow...Tomorrow. Midnight. Pre-release day.And every fool in this city will be standin' in that line,rippin' packs, prayin' for luck.Luck. Hm.Beat enters: dark piano loop, dusty drumsLet me tell you somethin'.Thirty years I been behind this counter.I seen 'em come in with cash and leave with nothin'.And I seen kids with an empty pocketwalk out of here with a complete set.You know the difference?...Money?No.They knew what they had. Every card. Every set. Every gap.They counted. They scanned. They traded.They never guessed.He's ready.He better be.Let's go to work.Welcome to the Completist Crew, kid.Every card counts.

Mint ConditionBoom bap · mafioso rap 3:41

From schoolyard trades to a collector with a system: prices in his head, scanner in his pocket.

Lyrics

Vinyl crackle, jazzy piano loopYeah... you know how it goes.Some people collect stamps. We collect... respect.Completist crew. Let's go.Verse 1Yo, back in ninety-nine I was hustlin' in the schoolyardTradin' holos for your lunch money, playin' it cool, hardPockets full of foils, had the whole class shookTeacher took my binder, but I memorized the bookNow I'm grown, still movin' like a boss in the shadowsCardboard empire, fightin' paper-cut battlesTop-loader armor, penny sleeves on the regDouble-sleeved the chase card, don't you ever touch the edgeRolled up to the swap meet, hoodie low, eyes sharpDealer tryna play me with a crease across the artI don't need a price guide, I don't need a scalePull my phone out, flash it, now your bluff is gonna failHookMint condition, that's the missionScan it once, the machine got visionTitle, art and the number lineT-C-G Com-plee-tist, the set is mineMint condition, no superstitionEvery gap in the binder's a missing positionStack 'em up, keep the count preciseCollector on the block, don't ask me twiceVerse 2Uh, my crew called the Completists, we don't leave a gapHundred cards by midnight, series mode, stack on stackThumb across the corner? Camera doesn't flinchFinds the edges in the dark, every single inchGot a wishlist longer than a rap sheetPrice alert ringin' like a phone on the back streetWhen the market dips, yeah, I'm movin' in quickCop the rare while the tourists still figure out the trickDoubles in the stash, I ain't hoardin', I'm tradin'Swap with a stranger and the rep keeps raisin'Five stars on my name, man, my word is bondWizards, beasts and duelists, the whole scene respondVerse 3Midnight at the card shop, the connect in the backSlid a sleeve across the counter: "Last one for your stack"I don't trust nobody, so I held it to the lightSame art, different printing, gotta get the version rightThe app pulled up the editions, laid 'em out in a lineI picked the one I came for, now the page is lookin' fineTwenty years of hustle, one binder, no holesGrandmaster of the cardboard, that's how the story goesOutroYeah. Completist crew.Keep your sleeves tight and your binders full.Peace.

Cardboard CartelBoom bap · duet 3:51

Two voices trading verses: stats, collection value, eight card languages and a trade board that never sleeps.

Lyrics

Cinematic string sample, vinyl crackleYou come to me... on pre-release day...askin' for a card.But you didn't even scan your binder first.Sit down. Let me show you how the family works.Verse 1Cardboard cartel, yeah, we run the whole districtEvery set in the ledger and the numbers is specificPercent complete on the dashboard, glowin' in greenNinety-eight point four, cleanest page you ever seenCame up out a shoebox, now the vault's climate-controlledEvery card got a value and the value gettin' toldMarket up, market down, I don't sweat the fluctuationStats page keep me calm like a deep meditationImported my old list, one click and it was overTen thousand lines moved in like a hostile takeoverThey ask me how I track it, I don't write it with a penFlash, flash, it's logged, and I'm back up in the denHookCardboard cartel! Sleeves tight, binders heavyScan it in a flash, keep the whole collection steadyFrom the flea market floor to the top of the shelfT-C-G Com-plee-tist, go and check it yourselfCardboard cartel! We don't leave a gap unfilledEvery rare in the vault, every set that we builtStack 'em, scan 'em, log 'em, lock 'em in the safeCardboard cartel, and we runnin' this placeVerse 2Uh, let me holla at you, sweetheart, set the record straightGot foreign printings stacked from here to the Golden GateJapanese, Italian, German, French in the fileEight languages deep and I be switchin' in styleThey thought collectin' was a boys' club, cuteNow I'm runnin' the exchange in a tailored suitDoubles on the table, I don't beg, I negotiateMatch engine found the deal before you even set the dateMessages in my inbox: "Yo, you tradin' that holo?"Reputation five stars, so I'm rollin' soloShare my profile public, let the haters take a peekSee a full collection and they silent for a weekVerse 3Midnight, the drop just hit, the new set is liveSeries mode ready, stack of fifty, let's driveThumb across the corner? Doesn't matter, it detect itSame art, different print? Pull the list and select itTitle, art, info line, triple confirmationPrice alert on my wishlist, that's the situationMissin' one? The binder show us where it beCartel don't sleep till it's a hundred, you see?From the shoebox to the empire, look how far we cameEvery card counts, and the whole block know the nameOutroRemember...it's not personal.The family business... is completion.

Foil RideWest coast g-funk 3:44

Sunday afternoon, windows down, binder riding shotgun: the slow cruise to the card shop.

Lyrics

[Talkbox] Foooil riiide...Sunday afternoon. Sun is out, windows down...binder ridin' shotgun.You already know where we goin'.Verse 1Woke up 'round noon with the sunlight on the dashBinder on the seat and a pocket full of cashCruisin' down the boulevard, the bass is hittin' lowTo the card shop on the corner where the real ones goWindows rolled down, got the wishlist on my phonePrice alert just buzzed, man, that holo's comin' homeHomie in the back countin' doubles in a stackSeventeen to trade and we ain't never lookin' backSlow roll, no rush, it's a Sunday kinda feelFoil catch the sunlight, shinin' like a chrome wheelPull up to the lot, park it smooth, lean it lowEvery card counts, and everybody knowHookFoil ride, foil rideSun is shinin' on the holo sideBinder full and the windows downCompletist crew rollin' through the townFoil ride, foil rideScan it once and you're satisfiedEvery set is gonna be completeRollin' on a Sunday down the streetVerse 2Uh, walk inside the shop, hear the bell up on the doorOwner nod his head like "Yo, you back for more?"Dollar bin diggin', I'm a treasure-huntin' proPull my phone out, hit the scan and let it goStack of fifty cards, series mode up on the glassOne by one they flashin', and the lens is movin' fastThumb across the corner and it still read cleanTitle, art and number, smoothest scan you ever seenChecked the set page: eighty-seven percentThree more to go, that's the money well spentCousin browsin' as a guest, didn't even sign inNow he askin' for a binder, and the fever settin' inVerse 3Sun goin' down, orange sky across the pierFound two outta three, and the last one's nearTrade request poppin' from a kid on the east sideDoubles for his wishlist, a fair deal, no lieMet him at the taco stand, handshake and a smileFive-star rating, yeah, we doin' it in styleRide back slow with the binder on my kneeOne empty sleeve left, and it's waitin' for meOutroOne card left, homie...See you next Sunday.

The Scan Don't LieNoir storytelling 3:48

A detective story at the convention: a dealer sells a reprint as a first printing, until someone scans the card and the edition shows up on screen.

Lyrics

Rain, police radio static, noir saxophone sampleCase file forty-seven.Suspect: "Slick" Vinnie. Charge: sellin' reprints as first prints.I wasn't on duty that day.I was just lookin' for one card.Verse 1It was Saturday, the convention hall was packed wall to wallFluorescent lights hummin' over every table in the hallI was lookin' for the one, the last card to close the bookWhen a table in the corner caught the corner of my lookName was Vinnie, gold teeth, velvet jacket, slick grinSaid "Friend, I got exactly what you're lookin' for, come in"Pulled a sleeve out of a case like a diamond from the mine"First printing, pristine, only one you'll ever find"Price tag heavy, told me "cash only, no receipts"My gut said somethin's off, but my heart was skippin' beatsI said "Let me take a look", he said "Nah, you don't touch"And that's when a detective knows he's hidin' too muchHookThe scan don't lie (don't lie)Title, art and the number lineSay it's first print, but the code tell the truthT-C-G Com-plee-tist, that's the proofThe scan don't lie (don't lie)Flash in the dark and the story unwindsYou can talk that talk in your velvet disguiseBut the scan don't lie... the scan don't lieVerse 2So I played it cool, said "Alright, just hold it up then"Pulled my phone out casual, like I'm textin' a friendFlash, the screen lit up, the lens locked on the frameRead the art, read the title, then the little line cameSet code at the bottom, collector number too"That ain't a first print, Vinnie, that's a reprint, brand new"Same art, same name, but the edition don't matchScreen showed every printing and he's caught in the catchMarket price on the reprint? Couple bucks, not a grandNow there's sweat on his forehead and a tremble in his handHe said "Must be a glitch", I said "Nah, it's exact"Whole crowd gathered 'round and the news spread fastVerse 3Security came around, Vinnie packin' up his cratesMumblin' "misunderstanding" all the way to the gatesI'm standin' there empty, still one hole in the pageThen a kid at the next table, 'bout ten years of ageSaid "Mister, I got that card, and I promise it's real"I said "Don't take my word, don't take yours, let's reveal"Flash, first printing, and the kid's grinnin' wideSaid he don't want money, got a wishlist insidePulled it up right there and the match was red hotMy doubles filled his list, every card that he soughtShook hands, closed the trade, both our ratings went upCase closed, binder full, now the whole page lit upOutroCase file forty-seven. Closed.The lesson?Trust your gut...but scan the card.

Pull RateBattle rap · double-time 3:26

Against hoping for the best: if you know your collection, you do not need a lucky streak out of a booster box.

Lyrics

Menacing piano stabs, crowd noiseYo, cut the beat... nah, nah, bring it back. Bring it back!Y'all rippin' packs like it's the lottery.I don't need luck. Let's go!Verse 1You crack a booster box and then you cry about the pull rateI don't gamble on the odds, I got the whole thing on a full pageMythics in the vault and all my commons in a rowYou flexin' one foil, man, I'm flexin' the whole showYour collection's in a notebook with the coffee stains on itMine is on a server with encryption laid on itYou don't even know the value, you just guessin' with your gutMy stats page tell the total down to every single cutSpells and duels and monsters in a single search barYou still switchin' seven apps, I don't know who you areYou a tourist at the table, I'm the landlord of the setEvery gap that you're leavin' is a card I already metHookPull rate! (What?) I don't need luckScan it, stack it, and I'm never gettin' stuckPull rate! (What?) Numbers don't lieT-C-G Com-plee-tist, keep the binder highPull rate! (What?) Check the percentEvery card logged, every dollar well spentPull rate! (What?) You can keep the hypeI don't chase the odds, I complete, that's my typeVerse 2Flash it, snap it, stack it, track it, never lackin', I'm attackin'Series mode, a hundred cards, you still in the corner packin'Thumb across the corner? Doesn't matter, it'll recognizeTitle, art and info line, triple threat before your eyesSame art, different printing? Pick the right one, now it's settledYou still squintin' with a magnifying glass, I'm on another levelImported my old app, ten years of data in a minuteYou still typin' card by card, I'm done before you begin itOne click on the set page, every missin' card is starredWishlist built instantly, collectin' ain't hardPrice alert on the chase card, when it drops I'm in positionYou overpaid last week, that's a rookie decisionVerse 3Hold up, let me step in, 'cause the boys talk loudGot binders in eight languages stackin' up proudYou call it luck, I call it planning with precisionEvery card cataloged, every set is a missionTrade board matched me with a collector in MadridGave him doubles for his wishlist, now he's thankin' me, kidYou hoardin' duplicates like a dragon on a pileI turn mine into gaps filled, that's collector styleFive stars on my profile, reputation on the boardYou got one bad review and a trade you ignoredSo talk about your pull rate, talk about your boxI complete the whole set while you cryin' 'bout the oddsOutroZero percent luck.A hundred percent complete.Completist Crew. We out!

Voice Mails (Skit)Skit · answering machine 0:59

Four messages on the answering machine. The third one explains why the early search alert wins.

Lyrics

Answering machine click, mellow jazzy piano loop startsYou have... four... new messages.BeepYo, it's me. The trade came through. Kid from Hamburg accepted.Four doubles for the foil. Already packed it up.Man... twelve years I waited for that card. Twelve years.Call me back.BeepYo! Yo! Did you see the board?! Somebody listed the whole set.THE WHOLE SET! I got seventy doubles, I can match it, I can match it!Pick up your phone! Why do you never pick up your phone?!BeepHey. Ignore him. I already made the trade twenty minutes ago.My wishlist alert went off at six forty-five this morning,while you two were sleepin'.Stay hungry, boys.Beep...She got it, didn't she....Yeah. She got it.End of messages.

DoublesPosse cut · three voices 3:30

The whole crew on the mic. The subject: your doubles are somebody else's wishlist.

Lyrics

Soulful horn loop, crowd chatter, record scratchYo, who got doubles?I got doubles!Everybody got doubles! Completist Crew, let's work!HookWho got doubles? (We got doubles!)Your wish is in my binder, no troublesMatch it up, lock it in, both confirmTrade it fair, that's the way we learnedWho got doubles? (We got doubles!)Poppin' on the trade board like bubblesYour gap is my extra, my gap is your spareCompletist Crew, we trade everywhereVerse 1Yo, I got a shoebox full of copies I don't needFour of the same dragon, lookin' like a stampedeUsed to let 'em sit, gatherin' dust on the rackNow the trade board lookin' at 'em like "Bring 'em back"Match engine runnin' while I'm sleepin' in my bedMail in the mornin': "Someone's got the card you said"Coffee in my hand, open up the notificationKid in Hamburg got my missin' foil, no hesitationBuild the trade, pick the cards, one for one, fairHit send, badge light up, he accept it right thereNo middleman, no markup, just collectors and prideDoubles goin' out, and the gaps fillin' insideVerse 2Now step aside, 'cause I'm the one who trade the hardestSeventy doubles listed, call me the tradin' artistRep up on my profile shinin', five stars stackedYou flake on a deal and the whole board know thatAccepted, packed it, sleeved it, bubble-wrapped it tightBoth of us confirm it, that's the only way it's rightOpen, accepted, completed, that's the chainEvery step recorded, ain't nobody playin' gamesScan 'em in, stack 'em up, list 'em out, match 'em upSwap 'em out, check 'em off, fill 'em in, never stuckYou still postin' in a forum, waitin' weeks for a replyI got three trades done before your thread even flyVerse 3Uh, let the lady take the floor, I run the negotiationDoubles in six languages, international trade stationSomebody gettin' rude up in my inbox? Block. Done.Keep the board clean, only real ones have funTokyo, Lisbon, Brooklyn, BerlinEvery stamp on the envelope, another collection winI don't sell my spares, I send 'em where they're neededEvery wishlist that I touch, another page completedSee, a double's just a card that ain't found its homeSomewhere out there someone's missin' it aloneSo I pass it along and the favor comes backNow the whole crew's binders ain't got a single gapBridgeYour extra! My missin'! Match made! Mission!You send it! I sleeve it! Both confirm! Believe it!OutroAight, that's a wrap.Yo... you still got that extra dragon?Man... check the trade board.Completist Crew!

WishlistJazz rap 3:51

The quietest moment on the album: late night, lamp light, and a wishlist that is more a map of memories than a shopping list.

Lyrics

Vinyl crackle, rhodes piano, muted trumpetEverybody's got a list.Mine is just... a little longer.Mm. Let's take our time.Verse 1Late night, lamp low, and the tea's gettin' coldScrollin' through the sets like a story untoldTap a little star on the cards I adoreEvery star's a promise that I'm comin' back forSorted by the game, then the set, then the tongueGerman, French, Japanese, every language sungNormal or the foil, I'm specific with my tasteWishlist organized, not a single inch of wastePrice right next to every card, so I know what it's worthSet the alert and let it wait, I ain't rushin' the searchSome collect in a hurry, grab it all in a rushI collect like a poem, every word needs a hushHookIt's on my wishlist (on my wishlist)Every little star is a card I missPatient like the moon, I don't chase, I waitThe right one finds me, it's never too lateIt's on my wishlist (on my wishlist)Dreamin' in the margins of a binder like thisOne tap, one star, one day it'll be mineT-C-G Com-plee-tist, takin' my timeVerse 2Opened up a set that I was halfway throughOne click, mark the missin', and the stars just grewForty-two little wishes in a single breathUsed to write 'em all by hand, now I'm savin' the stressQuarter to seven and a mail's waitin' for me"Someone's got a card from your list," now I seePrice dropped low on the one I've been eyin'Alert went off like a saxophone cryin'Doubles on my side matchin' wishes on theirsTrade board harmony like a duet on the stairsI don't buy the hype, I don't chase every dropI just let the list do the work, and it never stopsVerse 3See, a wishlist ain't greed, it's a map of the heartEvery card that I'm missin' holds a memory's partThe one my brother had before he moved awayThe one I traded off for candy back in second gradeThe art that made me freeze in a store at age nineNow I'm grown and I'm still followin' that lineSo I star it, I sort it, and I wait for the signAnd when that last one lands, yeah, the whole page shinesOutroTake your time...They always find their way home.

Dear BinderSoul · letter to a first binder 4:17

A first pack from his father, the binder lost in a move, and found again years later in a box in the attic.

Lyrics

Chopped soul vocal sample, piano, vinyl crackleDear binder...I know it's been a while.I never really said thank you.So... here goes.Verse 1Dear binder, I remember when we metNineteen ninety-six, I was eight, I won't forgetPops came home from the late shift, tired in his eyesPulled a little pack from his jacket, a surpriseSaid "Son, it ain't much, but it's somethin' that's yours"I ripped it on the carpet by the kitchen doorsOne shiny dragon glowin' like a light in the darkThat's the day you got your first page, that's the startTook you to school in my backpack, zipped tightTraded on the playground, kept you close at nightYou held all my heroes when the world felt coldPlastic sleeves protectin' what my heart couldn't holdHookDear binder (dear binder)You kept my memories safeEvery page a little piece of yesterdayWhen I lost my way (lost my way)You never went awayDear binder, I'm home to stayVerse 2Then I turned sixteen and I thought I was grownPut you in the closet and I left you aloneLife got loud, got a job, got billsPops got sick and the house got stillWe packed up everything when we had to move outMovin' boxes stacked, full of grief and doubtSomewhere in the chaos you just disappearedAnd I didn't even notice for a dozen yearsI was chasin' paper, never chasin' dreamsGrown man now, comin' apart at the seamsBut sometimes late at night I'd see that dragon in my mindLike a light I forgot that I left behindVerse 3Last winter, helpin' Moms clear the attic outFound a dusty movin' box, and I heard myself shoutThere you were, corners bent, but the pages intactAnd that dragon still shinin' like he never looked backSat down on the floor and I cried like a kidEvery card a little moment of the life that I livedTook my phone, started scannin' every page, one by oneSeries mode through the night till the whole book was doneNow my daughter's eight, sittin' right on my kneeSaw the gaps in the set, said "Daddy, let's see"We fill 'em up together, one sleeve at a timePops, I hope you see it... the dragon still shinesBridgeOne sleeve at a timeOne page at a timeWhat was lost... is foundOutroDear binder...thank you for waitin'.P.S. You're safe now. Every card is logged on Completist.Love...the kid from nineteen ninety-six.

Shoebox DreamsGospel rap 3:46

From the kid with a shoebox everybody laughed at to the collector who sends the next kid a starter stack.

Lyrics

Hammond organ, gospel choir humming, vinyl crackleThey used to laugh at me, man.Little kid with a shoebox and a dream.Look at it now... look at it!HookFrom a shoebox (shoebox)To a kingdom (kingdom)Every card I ever held was a brick in the buildin'Hallelujah, look how far we cameFrom a shoebox to a kingdom and they all know the name(Shoebox dreams... shoebox dreams)Verse 1Yo, I was nine with a shoebox and a thick rubber bandCards I couldn't spell and a dream too big for my handMama workin' doubles, wasn't money for a packSo I traded what I had and I built it front to backKids at school called me a nerd with the cardboardSaid I'm wastin' all my time on a game I can't affordBut that shoebox was a world where I ruled every landDragons in my pocket, whole empire in my handWinter came, heatin' broke, house was freezin' coldSat beneath a blanket sortin' silver, sortin' goldNever sold a single card when we needed the cashMama said "Keep it, baby. Let somethin' of yours last."Verse 2Fast forward twenty years, got a room with a shelfEverything I ever wanted and I did it myselfNine thousand cards logged and the numbers don't lieSittin' on a value that'd make my younger self crySet completion ninety-nine, one card from the crownTwenty years of patience finally trackin' it downProfile public now, let the young ones see itMessage in my inbox: "Yo, how'd you do it?" Believe itI said "Start with what you got, a shoebox is enoughCount it, track it, trade it, and you never give it up"Sent that kid a starter stack, didn't ask for a dime'Cause somebody did the same for me one timeBridgeEvery card... a brick!Every trade... a step!Every page... a prayer!And I ain't finished yet!Verse 3Mama's in the front row now, she don't work no moreFramed my very first card and I hung it on her doorThat crumpled little dragon with the corner all bentWorth about a dollar, but to me it's a monument'Cause it was never 'bout the money, never was, understandIt's about a kid who built a world with his handsSo if you got a shoebox, don't you let nobody laughEvery card counts... now go and finish your pathOutroShoebox dreams, man...Ain't nothin' small about 'em.For Mama.

Every Card Counts (Outro)Finale · all voices 2:54

At the end all three stand together and take stock, for everyone still missing exactly one card.

Lyrics

Horns swell, organ, vinyl crackleYeah... last one.Let's take it home.HookEvery card counts (every card counts)From a shoebox to a vault, that's the whole amountEvery card counts (every card counts)Scan it, track it, trade it, watch the pages mountCompletist Crew until the binder's fullEvery gap, every set, every soulEvery card countsVerse 1Started with a pack that my father brought homeEnded with an empire, but I never walked aloneEvery Sunday drivin' with the foil in the sunEvery trade a handshake, every set a runLost it in a movin' box, found it in the dustScanned it back to life 'cause the memory don't rustSo whatever you collect and whatever you chaseKeep it countable, keep it safe, keep it in its placeVerse 2Eight languages deep and my wishlist glowsPatient like the moon while the whole board knowsI don't chase the hype, I just star it and waitHalf the game is knowin' that it's never too lateDoubles to a stranger, and a stranger to a friendEvery card I passed along came back in the endSo collect it, connect it, and belong to the crew'Cause a card in a binder is a story comin' throughVerse 3From a shoebox in the cold to a room with a shelfThey was laughin' at the kid who was countin' by himselfNow the numbers on the page and the numbers never lieNinety-nine point nine, one more card and I flyFlash it, log it, stack it, that's the ritualTwenty years of patience turnin' physicalSo find your missin' one and go bring it homeEvery card counts, and you're never aloneBridgeMint condition! Cardboard cartel! The scan don't lie!And we wish you well!Foil ride! Wishlist! Shoebox dreams!Every card counts!OutroTo everybody still missin' that one card...we'll see you out there.T-C-G Com-plee-tist dot com.Completist Crew. Peace.

What the songs are about

Card scanning

Hold a card in front of your phone camera and you are done. Title, artwork and the info line are read together, even with your thumb on the corner. Series mode moves a whole stack into your collection in minutes.

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Wishlist

Mark missing cards with one click, keep an eye on prices and get a mail in the morning when somebody offers your card.

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Trading

Your doubles are somebody else's wishlist. Matching runs automatically and every trade is confirmed by both sides.

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Guides

How to sort, store and actually complete a collection, in long-form articles.

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About the album

The music was generated with Suno; the lyrics and the cover concepts come from the TCG-Completist workshop. All rights are ours, and you are welcome to listen here for free.

The Completist Crew is not a real group: the three characters (the boss with the binder, the scanner with the phone and the collector with the fan of cards) are fictional, and they put to music what happens on the portal every day.

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