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Quiet board, one breath held tight,
Every path reduced to right.
No more luck, no cards to steal,
This is where the plans reveal.

We rise, we roll, the map is done,
The final capital falls, it's won.
Hold the line, the board stands still,
The Static Mage bends worlds to will.

Dice went cold at the worst time,
Cards ran dry, the odds declined.
Turns got pizzled, moves misread,
Still the long game pulled ahead.

Every slip, every delay,
Still the plan found its way.

We rise, we roll, we never break,
Through every pizzle, every shake.
Capitals fall, the board ignites,
We take the world by earned right.

Australia locked, the borders tight,
Sevastopol, out of sight.
Waiting turns, then strike and stand,
Taking cards from every hand.

Not clean, not perfect, not by chance,
Patience beats a reckless dance.
Hold the line, let others burn,
This game rewards the ones who learn.

We rise, we roll, the world is ours,
From pizzled starts to final hour.
Capitals fall, hear the command,
The Static Mage takes every land.