You have endured me four times at this door, and I value it. Most no longer open by the fourth. You did. And today I do not ring to promise, today I ring to deliver: the doors stand open. The trial period is past, the curtains are drawn back. The House calls it a beta; I call it an opening. Every diligent player from level ten upward is already printed into the current season, with all the trimmings. What follows now is the instruction sheet, short and painless.
With one tap through Discord you are signed in, and the tutorial takes you by the hand. It teaches you the game piece by piece against the machine, and pays a pack for every mastered chapter, with a Gold pack atop the whole run. From there one collects, hatches, builds a deck and plays.
But the true key is certification, and upon it the House insists for a single reason: it wishes to know exactly who you are, and it suffers exactly one of you. One Warera account, one Cardera account, no second. This is how it goes, without any fuss: Cardera names you a friend code, and you set it on the front of your own company on Warera. Only you can reach that code, so the company proves the account is truly yours and no stranger has borrowed your face. A moment later you are linked. Level ten you bring already, else you would not be printed. No blood, no signature, only a name, you have my word.
Why the fuss, you ask? Because everything of worth hangs upon it. A market where real cards change hands for real gems holds up only if behind every hand at the table sits an actual, single person, and not some sly fellow in a hundred masks. Certification is the wall against the forgers and the many-times accounts. Uncertified, you play against the machine and lift your tutorial spoils, that the House grants you gladly. But trade, gifts, the market and the rankings it opens only to those it has counted and named.
And what a door that is. Behind it wait the rewards of every match, for victor and vanquished alike, in gems, with a daily ceiling, for the House is generous, not foolish. The market, to buy and to sell. Friends to challenge, gifts to send. The rankings, reserved for the certified alone. Your three own foils per season. And a small badge that says: this one is real. By way of welcome, a Starter pack besides, with a full government and your first president, and five Quick packs to go with it.
To do it two by two is sweeter still. Give another player's friend code as your referral when you certify, and you both pocket two hundred gems. And since gems cannot be bought, that is a solid head start. In the comments beneath this article such codes will soon appear. Your own fits there most handsomely.
And the vouchers of the past weeks? They are good from today, all of them, the House keeps its promises. The last voucher lies here, I slip it under the doormat for you, that brings luck:
[CARDERA-YL25-HCG9-XSW7].
There remains the fine print, and an honest salesman reads it aloud: no cash flows anywhere, the House touches none of it. Your soul remains, of course, where it is, which the House will confirm in writing on request. And because this is a work of the community upon the open Warera API, praise and complaint alike are expressly welcome. The House reads everything.

With that I am through, my good sir. I shall ring here no more, that I promise, and the House keeps, as I said, its promises. Elsewhere I ring on, of course, elsewhere I ring always. The season is printed, the next election decides the next, and should you ever miss me: I shall see you at the gaming table. I see everyone at the gaming table.
It has been an honor: