NE: 5. Pent uP vs. 12. Saytex

[Baron Mynd]

All rules that are applied in the league will also be enforced for regulating the tournament. If you're not familiar with the rules of the RSTL, please read them HERE!:
New Rules / Changes

The only difference will be that in this tournament, your opponent will get to pick your topic for you. Topics must be picked and posted within the match thread within 1 day. If it's not posted, the opponent of the person that didn't pick a topic in time will get to choose his/her own topic.

One more additional rule and this one is crucial so you all need to be aware of this. If you do not vote, you will not advance in the tournament at all. I don't care how many votes you're winning by, you will need to vote to advance on 4 matches weekly. When the league re-opens, these 4 matches will include voting on league matches. And in the elite 8 before the league reopens, there will be only 3 matches to vote on. That will be the only exception, but all 3 matches will require your vote. Voting matches a tie will not be permitted and won't count as a vote.

Topics will be up Tuesday 12am PST every week and topical choices are due Wednesday 12am PST and verses are due Sunday 12am PST, 3am EST, 8am Greenwich with votes due Tuesday 12 am PST, 3am EST, 8am Greenwich

Also, there will be no recycling allowed. Nothing you've ever posted anywhere online will be allowed. The mods will be checking verses for authenticity with online search engines.

This is a match by match tournament so there will probably be no show wins and losses.

Topics Are HERE!: Topics and Brackets for Winter Tournament

Lets Get Ready To Ruuuuuuuummmmmmmbbbbbbbbbllllllleee eeeeeee!

[Shrug]

Pent lost his password and isn't by his computer so he asked me to post his slections fr his opponnt


Insanity's Lurking

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

Joseph Stalin



mods can authenticate that these are his wishes

[Pent uP]

Evil Brings men Together
-Aristotle

She was beautiful...Her Body was dressed in blue
Her hair a white that was so godly it next to flew...
over skin so soft you could hardly have sensed her grooves
while freckles spaced her special face that blessed the view
a heavenly entity that was the third child of eight
Her mother always looked with a hurt smile that gaped
wondering why their space of comfort was worlds apart
but that answer lay ontop of her birthmarks
Literally
her cervix popped, newborn after newborn
cooing on a placenta platter spewed forth
while her siblings were bastards who scorned
her children,
who constantly evolved into rather new forms
It was a gift and a cursing in a sense
because her siblings were birthed with impotence
but soon they'd drink to the products of her constant sex
and marvel as her children conducted accomplishments
While waiting to fuck herself is all she could do...
because what you do unto others, falls unto you

She was the life of her children, her heirs
little angels uplifting their wings in her air
but the naked youth felt distinctly unfair
and found balance that resulted in stripping HER bare
thinking they're rare and impossible to replicate
they grow devil horns and constitute an election date
thinning her hair by stressing a power struggle
and turned her shimmering lock into a crown of rubble
the home ground was dug too, for advertisement spaces
outsmarted by her own masterminds and sages
Greener grass declines its traces behind picket fences
that hit her heart like stakes and cripple mentals
This state of mind continued to elevate and take
tenaments and states while she lay in a vegatative state
and decadently waits for winter to show her shoulder
as cold as possible to the fruit trying to overthrow her

but they sprung to summer like it was nothing to see
while learning to manipulate their mothers physique
to harbor the tree's that form the rate of exchange
making paper in vein so they can cater the plain
and tailor the nude to become proprietors
until one man stood above'em,
and with more fight than her,
then, against any of her concious feelings he'd
get every bit of land to expand their possibilities
In all directions; physical and intellectual,
Monetary and conceptual, until it would turn into hell and fall


Now her bodies the same, but the painting is faded
her earrings melted from the raining that stained it
like polar ice caps, overflowing her with woe
pushing back the land with slow, lingering rows
and her siblings always watched it happen
having tried to warn her to pause the action
in a position do nothing...
never stuck to suffer birth
thats why they let the president fuck my mother earth.

There is no remedy for love but to love more -
Henry David Thoreau

[DiC GeTs GuLLy]

Thank you for showing, Please vote on 4 matches to advance in the tournament.

[Street Poet]

NW: 4. TekneeK vs. 13. J-Nyce
SE: 7. Brains vs. 10. Deadking
SW: 2. Jook vs. 15. Master Peace

lost my Pent uP password, will edit last link tmrrw

[Street Poet]

SE: 3. Baron Mynd vs. 14. Millz