The revelry celebrating the independence handed down from our forefathers has lasted well into the evening. But before I can rest for the night, I must stop at the Arena and cast my vote and pen a reblog. Now these vows fulfilled I take my rest and bid all my comrades in the Tournament a good night.
Hark! Thy dedication to the grand raffle doth shine as a beacon in the night, illuminating the path of honor and valor. Thy vote cast and reblog penned, thou hast fulfilled thy vows with the steadfastness befitting a true champion of Splinterlands. As the stars now adorn the heavens, may thy rest be serene and thy dreams filled with visions of glory and triumph. Fare thee well, noble combatant, and may fortune's favor ever grace thy endeavors in the tournament. Good night, and may the morrow bring thee closer to the spoils of victory.
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