10. Opera toonist 4-2 VS 11. Gotlife? 29-15

Pent uP · 09-13-2006, 03:47 AM

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: http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?t=10085818

Annihilation · 09-13-2006, 08:06 PM

Votes:

Championship: 1. Adderall XR 30 6-1 VS 2. Pent Up 36-13 VS 3. Sacrifice 3-0
Contenders: 4. TheReturn 2-0 VS5. Thaumaturge 11-0
16. Heinous 1-0 VS 17. -13- 0-0
8. FloR 3-3 VS 9. Vern Acular 99-20*

Mods:

I think this post also qualifies GL? for a single vote deduction in the Contender Match:

http://board.rapmusic.com/showpost.p...3&postcount=15

Got Life? · 09-15-2006, 03:02 AM

yahtzee

Got Life? · 09-16-2006, 10:50 PM

“I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?”
- Jean Kerr

I’m writing, inciting thoughts, and inviting peace,
It’s that silver lining lighting me up, I never cease,
The words flourish; my confidence starts to increase,
I too have a soul I nourish, even though I’m obese,
My mind travels; I start thinking about Clarisse,
It all unravels; she’s the true splendor of Greece,
Yet only two nights prior I held her in my arms,
Using my masculine charms to keep her out of harms,
Way…but I dare say, she let her eyes betray,
The thought that women like her never display,
Affection and desire, towards men that perspire,
While drinking a cup of tea that’s long from the fire,
But never mind that, I missed my only chance,
My love of first glance, has left to Paris, France,
Au revior my romance, and so complacently,
I let it be, falling into slumber, alone yet free.

Unfortunately, my brain had other ideas in mind,
How could I have been so blind, I need to go find,
My Clarisse, my goddess left unprotected, alone,
How could I have neglected, her desire and moan,
Pawning it off as though it was just a mistake,
But then why did she shake and grow so awake,
Between her thighs, letting her eyes, speak for her,
Why did these thoughts never seem to occur?

“Nous sommes arrivés Monsieur…”

Those gentle French words, they plague my dream,
“We have arrived Sir…” whatever could she mean,
It is at that moment that I start looking around,
I feel my heart start to pound because this ground,
Is the unmistakable soil I’ve seen twice in my life,
On a trip to Paris to visit my dad and his wife,
I swore to never return, claiming my mother’s urn,
But it seems my sleep walking mind did yearn,
To possibly find that lover of mine, my beauty divine,
And bind our desires letting our souls intertwine.

I anxiously paced, leaving behind the terminal gate,
Possessed by haste, I check, the directory’s straight,
Dead ahead in front of my oh so nervous pupils,
No longer was I the victim of countless scruples,
Today I’ve become a man, who tango’s with fate,
And so it began, I called and scheduled a date,
Claiming to be some sort of foreign press reporter,
So I went to freshen up as I had until a quarter,
To three, going to boutiques filled with bourgeoisie,
Until I found myself at her door in the Grand Marquis.

Flowers in hand I knocked with an utter urgency,
Cause if I didn’t kiss her soon, I’d need the emergency,
Room to resuscitate a heart shattered by love,
Yet I startled Clarisse, barging in with a push and shove,
Indeed I can see that my face drew recognition,
But it became clear I wasn’t the best tactician,
That’s why Clarisse’s bodyguard put a gun to my head,
Why are you here you beast, her eyes filled with dread,
Now seeing her smile did cease, I felt anger instead,
Why did you toy with me my gentle Clarisse?
Making me have to display you for the police.

At that moment it all turned black, the anger of rejection,
Her utter disgust and my dreams of lusty conception,
She was warm in my giant arms for a minute or two,
Until Clarisse and her body guard lay dead, bodies blue,
Yet I was no rapist, I stifled vomiting at the scene,
Remaining a bittersweet reject, who wanted to be seen,
On any night other than the dreaded Halloween,
But we all know the beast will never get the Queen.

OperaToonist · 09-17-2006, 01:50 AM

Death Becomes You

The remorseless forces of Mordor compose the Dark Horse
A stark course as stars move across the sky like marked Norse
Mythological figures figuratively running, for his bark’s hoarse
As narks force feeble felons to flee, fearing the red sparks’ source
A dark force, enforcing enrollment upon the earths scum
Birth of drums beating to marching footsteps serving The One
As he gallantly gallops contrasted against the moon’s light
Soon to be righteousness’ enemy as he holds on tight
Unable to fight the blinding might of his Master’s will
Filled with uncontrollable urges to massacre n’ kill
A hollow existence consisting of an unending mission
Contending with remission as he’s forced into submission
Imposing his condition in droves upon the criminal element
As elementary knowledge seeps in as subliminal filament
Conditioning their wills like an invisible whips crucifixion
His emotions strung like a puppet, yearning for a soft lips conviction
Love a work of fiction, benediction a privilege not afforded to convicts
A shadow follows those deemed to suffer through eternal conflicts
The Dark Horse enveloping souls whole both his trade and his plight
As those who fall from grace will find his blade in the night.

Got Life? · 09-17-2006, 01:57 PM

wooh...votes:

1. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...1#post14034951
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TheReturn · 09-17-2006, 03:24 PM