11. Thaumaturge 10-0 VS 12. Mr. Mynd 8-1

Pent uP · 09-05-2006, 06:11 PM

RSTL RULES AND REGULATIONS

RULES AND REGULATIONS - THERE'S SOME NEW SHIT SO CLICK AND READ

The Standard League Rules will still be Enforced

Due Dates

VERSES DUE: Saturday, 11:59PM PST/2:59AM EST
Verses posted after the deadline will not count!

VOTES DUE Monday, 11:59PM PST/2:59 EST
Votes posted after the deadline will not count!
[list][*]Check-in (Posting in your match to show that you are aware the match exists) is encouraged but not required.
[*]Verses must incorporate at least one of the provided topics and must be at least 16 lines and must not exceed 64 lines.
[*]Anyone who does not post at least 4 rap lines, incorporating at least one of the provided topics, is considered a no-show.
[*]RECYCLING IS NOT STRICTLY PROHIBITED. You may not use any verse that you have previously used within the league at any time. Whether it was a no show, tournament verse recycled for the league or visa versa or any verse that have ever been used within the league perimeters.
[*]During check-in, you can ask your opponent to agree to a line limit (Minimum 16) and if your opponent agrees, Moderators will hold both participants to that limit.
[*]Posting between 4-15 lines is considered a “show” but will not result in a match. If you post 4-15 lines, and your opponent posts between 16-64, you will lose the match but you will remain in the league. If you post 4-15 lines, and your opponent does not show, you will “Win by no-show”.[/list]
Voting:[list][*]If you do not show you can still vote and post the links in your match to receive full voting points. In addition, if you do not show, yet vote on at least 4 matches (Or, every match available, should there be less than 4 matches to vote on) you will remain in the league.
[*]Votes must be hidden! To hide a vote, first thing you type in your reply is a bracket “[“, the word “hide” and end bracket “]”. The last thing you type in your reply is a bracket “[“, a backslash “/”, the word “hide” and end bracket “]”. Unhidden votes will not count towards the match or towards your vote requirements.
[*]No second chance votes! If your vote has been edited, even it was only to hide it, your vote will not count towards the match or towards your vote requirements.
[*]No bias votes! If you have a personal investment in wanting someone to lose, whether because that member voted against you once, or you just don’t like that person, whatever the reason, do not vote in the match. If have a personal investment in wanting someone to win, whether because they’re crew member, or because you want to face that person in the next week’s brackets, whatever the reason, do not vote in the match.
[*]”Bias” must be confirmed by a Moderator.
[*]If there is a match which you will not be able to vote on, due to “Bias” of any type, state so within your match prior to Verses Due Deadline. If this reduces the number of matches available for you to vote on to the point where you are unable to vote on at least 4 matches, the point scale will be adjusted according to how many matches you do vote on.
[*]3-ways are inevitable. In order to provide a tie-breaker in a 3-way, you are now required to indicate in what order the contestants finished (1st, 2nd, 3rd).
anyone who does not show or vote is suspended one week and must sign-in again to be inserted the following week.[/list]

Topics: League ranks/Tag Tourny Ranks/Topics ALL IN ONE

Thaumaturge · 09-06-2006, 01:06 AM

In.....

Votes:::

Sacrifice vs. Pent Up vs. Gotlife?

TheReturn vs. Fold

Blackwell vs. Vern Acular

Athiest vs. Adderall XR 30 vs. Opera Toonist

Black Beard & Yo Momma vs. Vigil & Clausehouse

Mr. Mynd · 09-06-2006, 01:04 PM

Chea!

I'll post Saturday morning, UK time. I work the rest of the week. I WILL show up though, so dont assume im not ..

Voted On -

Vernacular vs. Blackwell
The Championship Match (Adderell vs. Opera)
and TheREturn vs. Fold

Peace!

Mr. Mynd · 09-09-2006, 06:49 AM

"Snowflakes For Confetti"

White falling onto white...
...softness touching softness

To a blind man who used to see, the snow is a trigger…
…An evocation of true beauty - His hope and his vigour.
A carrier of memories, and sadness, as he looks back on his life…
…His loss heightened by the clarity of his imagining eye.
The senses crackle as he plagues himself to finding a reason…
…But remembered snow is NOT white-

It's a rainbow of colour, hindsight, and the season.

It's snowball fights and ringing laughter. Retrieving the sledge from the roof.
The cold pinch of rosy cheeks. Children in Wellington boots.
Definite pictures, frozen in time. White blankets of snow and embers alight,
With snow, everyone remembers.
With snow, blind men remember their sight.

White falling onto white...
...softness touching softness

*****

We watched snowflakes tumbling down, until a vast carpet covered the ground...
...with snowflakes for confetti - Forever as lovers were bound!
Your nimble fingers quickly cupping the snow expelled by the weather...
...Moulding, shaping, caressing - "This is our love melded together,"
You said, and kissed it, oozing your usual awe and your charm...
...before laying that perfect little orb in my palm.

*****

White falling onto white...
...softness touching softness

Looking back all these years on, it seems fairly lame…
…But I placed that memory of our day in the freezer, and there it stayed.
An icon of our marriage... a keepsake... a knowledge of US!
Cold as regretted words - Yet as solid as love!
White as the lies EVERY young couple tells to avoid being proven wrong,
Something I can show our grandchildren now that you are gone.
A small piece of YOU I treasure, knowing you'll never mistake or forget me…
…Holding the orb, I feel your kiss wet my fingers,
And remember snowflakes for confetti.

I love you Frank.

Rest In Peace
Frank Gerald Waterman
03/09/1922 - 25/12/2005
You are sorely missed…

Thaumaturge · 09-09-2006, 10:31 PM

sweet tears

LOVE MARTINEZ- That's the name her mother had given her,
Stunning in visual, skin honey and cicamore with a touch of some vinegar.
But it wasn't just physical, mentally bright and blessed with her head in the right direction,
Would gaze in the mirror she'd had since birth and be impressed with her nice reflection.
Never the type to question- did what she had to do without givin an attitude,
Lived in a lavish room with a telivision and plasma too.
But something was quite unstable and badly dissaray with this image,
Cus her mother had died in labor and daddy was always on business.
Only saw her on Christmas- would kiss her and pile gifts on a chair,
playin with the cinnamon whisps in her hair, but she could tell he was only pretendin to care.

And every night she'd go to the mirror and sit and stare,
Looking for love and happiness, but glass can't reflect what isn't there.

Infested with anger- her vault of joy was a desolate chamber,
So to feel wanted n liked she'd sneak up in the night and start sexin with strangers.
Then their breath would persuade her that it's love, as they asked her for money,
Now she was smart, but sometimes the heart is more powerful as she passed em it smugly.
Hands on her tummy-- latterly she listened to music while sippin her tea,
Speaking words of a ficticious conclusion that isn't complete.
Sobbing and sighin, while lost in the cryin she had thoughts of her dyin,
proddin god for replies and sonicaly carvin her heart's coffin it lied in.
Tears of sour liquidity streaming her face, unable to speak or to think,
The creeping feelings defeated her grace leavin even her deepest secrets erased.

And every night she'd go to the mirror and sit and stare,
Looking for love and happiness, but glass can't reflect what isn't there.

Now the terra rotted through her eyes, wearing a barren-heart dehumanized,
Walking an abstract street of inactual actions lost in paradoxal suicides.
All these bitter tears living in strife, all because she couldn't get his delight,
No kisses goodnight, no wishes that thrive, more than him she misses his wife.
Imagines how they'd giggle with light, but it was relentlessly futile,
Eyes with a magenta demure, her dad wuld be sorry...if ever he knew her.
Consumed with depression, she did somethin that couldn't lose his attention,
took a razorblade to her beautiful flesh and had it slew at the edges.
A pool full of redness, slowly collapsed to the floor..as dreams absently pour,
Beauty scrambled and torn through an ambulent fantasy she didn't have anymore..

And every night she'd go to the mirror and sit and stare,
Looking for love and happiness, but glass can't reflect what isn't there.

Caught in a chrysalis, her dad returnin the next day made for proper coincidence,
Stopped for coffee and then he went off calmly to talk to his mistresses.
The fog on the window whisped, Suddenly he remembered his dear daughter,
Decided he'd head up and hear from her, but when he got up the steps she appeared startled.
A thousand ghosts raced through his thoughts, her stains tracin pain thru this heart,
Called out her name in agony panicing as she dramatically began strainin to talk.
Musterin all her strength, she said "I love you", lying deep clear into space...
Her eyes froze as she sighed cold...with a final sweet tear down her face..

Now every night he goes to the mirror and sits and stares,
Looking for Love in back of it, but glass can't reflect what isn't there.

Pent uP · 09-09-2006, 11:58 PM