Leaping Horse, Raising Saber, Charging the Formation; Blood Stains the War Robe, Chaos Reigns Supreme!

With one burst of spirit, then it wanes; by the third, it is spent!

First place lies right before our eyes. Glory—can you hold it?

All along this road, only one poem can describe us: tempered by a thousand hammerings and ten thousand blows, yet still unyielding, let the winds from east, west, south, and north rage as they may!

What glory is there that we cannot seize?

Pighead wishes to leap onto his horse, raise his blade, and claim first place. Will you all draw your blades and lend a hand?

This final gap—Pighead and everyone need only raise our blades and tremble our way across it. Brothers, cast another two votes to support Pighead!

If we can fight our way up today, I'll vomit blood and deliver six updates! Pighead dares to promise it—so don't hold back those monthly votes. Smash them down!

Half a month has passed, and we still haven't sat in first place. Are the blades in our hands made of tofu?

Begging my brothers and sisters for your monthly votes!

Leaping onto horses and raising blades before the battle lines, blood staining our campaign robes as we turn the heavens upside down!

Raise your blades and fight for first place!!!

Give Pighead a reason to vomit blood and deliver six updates just once!!!