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The local hazards didn't appreciate your architectural ambition. A circled the summit, and invading ghosts began phased through your foundation. Your tower swayed. It wasn't just about height anymore; it was about survival.

As the tower grew, the principle became your nightmare. You realized you’d placed a ticking time bomb—a block of volatile "fireball" material—ten layers down. To get it out, you’d have to "pop" every single magnificent piece you’d just "pushed" onto the top. Stacks On Stacks On Stacks

You took off your helmet and looked at the horizon. Somewhere, more blocks were already starting to fall. Stacks On Stacks On Stacks

: Sloshing water that threatened to shift your center of gravity. Stacks On Stacks On Stacks