Binging battles, getting up on the saddle. Not riding a horse, just Splinterlands.

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Sunset riding in the wild west, when a duck rides a horse.
Ive gotten back into Diamond, but been beaten back down of course.

Up to a new rating record of about 2940, and back down to 2800 this morning. Trying to complete the daily challenge for Life Splinter and having a tough time facing leveled players. I was on hot streak, making my way from about 2600 to 2940. Catching a string of easy matches maybe, and now getting my punishment.

Sunset ridin on a horses back, they call me outlaw Quack.
When i come ridin up you hear the hooves thud on the ground, their thunderous clap.
Colt .45 in my strap, boots kickin, for the bandits and thieves we attack.

Ride by West, dust in the air, as we men come speeding by.
When a duck claps its wings, and its beak shuts closed, it is time for a duck to fly.
Get the loot, scoot scoot, walkin in these boots, now its time to say goodbye.

Now we come riding back, villains in a sack, because we must continue this zany rap.
As we snap, and we snap, as a cowboy Quack, we must not step into the gargoyle trap.
Throw the villains in the Jail, as our Splinter Magic wails.
On the road, and now on the open blue sea, we must Sail.
Captains at the helm, but waters boardin, and im afraid we shall have to bail.
Dont forget to write your mother in the mail.
Through the fire, the snow, and the Hail.
Now we must keep rockin, and not fail.

Now the tale is over, of a Splinterlands soldier, but dont let them say it is over.
Call me a duck, or call me a rover. Roll me over like a big boulder.
Just dont say we folded over. Thats what they told her.

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