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Cid Wallerd thinks he’s dying of creative atrophy, and wants nothing more than to create things that are meaningful. The problem, of course, is that he has absolutely no skill sets worth mentioning, and absolutely no talent.

When he couldn’t get permission to use school equipment to make his film, he came up with enough money to buy equipment for his own studio, which he’s calling “film club” to trick other students into working for free.

No one is sure where the money came from, and he isn’t talking.

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