Championship: 1. Shrug 4-0 VS 2. Baron Mynd 11-2

Pent uP · 10-06-2006, 03:03 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: Topics And Ranks For This Week

Mr. Mynd · 10-07-2006, 07:54 AM

A word of warning... BEWARE!

Haha,
Peace!

Voted On:
Ron Deau vs. Lord Notik
Contendership: Fold vs. Got Life
Sacrifice vs. Tekneek
And SD-11 vs. Dave Engines!

9. Sacrifice 5-1* VS 10. Tekneek 69-33
Contenders: 3. Fold 3-2 VS 4. Got Life? 31-16
11. Ron Deau 2-1 VS 12. Lord Notik 0-0
17. SD-11 0-0 VS 18. Dave Enginez 0-0

Mr. Mynd · 10-07-2006, 08:05 AM

TOPIC:"Untold Secrets”

The cretinous souls,
Suicide letter unfolds, to reveal a truth he’d never disclosed ..
.. striking a terrible blow,
inside the denizen’s own, resident home.
Where he’d penned and enclosed,
An expletory note, headed “I thought it better you know…”
Detailing how he’d molested and probed,
Younger siblings when they’d been left in alone.
Charles’ callous confession grew harder to read as the sentences sloped ..
.. While describing how gently he groped,
His brothers innocence under the pretence of a joke.
An event which evoked,
A recile from his redolent glow ..
.. Turning his smile into a predators, cold, incestuous smoulder.
Charles’ teenage figure loomed over a coffee mug he’d set on a coaster ..
.. Which reflected him letchering over,
The naked, nubile, bodies he’d sketched from the sofa.
And at night when he slept ---
With a pillow firmly pressed to his shoulder ..
.. He’d try to suppress, the highly majestic vibe he would get,
From re-living this scene inside of his head.
Charles silently wept,
As inner-demons plagued his dreams and he denied their requests,
To brush his perverse hands against his brothers privates again.
...

- 20 Years Later -

Charles awoke, frightened, in bed -
Wiping the sweat, from the narrow incline in his neck ..
.. With a look in his eyes that suggests,
He's had enough of the nightly unrest.
The inner-demon’s returned.
And thought Charles fights it as best, he can - It smites his attempts.
Reciting with zest, that his life's in a mess ..
.. plied with regrets, and that he's married to a wife he detests.
The demon finally pressed,
Upon Charles' sickening lust after minors for sex ..
.. and the issues untimely address, seemed to push him right to the edge.
With what little pride he had left,
Charles began his wily ascent ..
.. into the quaint, Amish, schoolhouse - Brandishing a gun to the side of his leg.
He then barked orders,
Until all the boys and adults inside it had left ..
.. Binding the remaining girls up,
With industrial rope of sizeable length.
“…Tell these pigs to get the FUCK out,” Charles cried with dissent,
But the emergency operators had declined his request.
And so at point blank range, Charles started firing with lead,
Killing five, then turning the gun on himself…

…When police arrived, the tyrant was dead.

Based On The True Story Of Charles Carl Roberts
Wrote In Loving Memory Of:-

Rose Ebersole, Aged 7
Anna May Stoltzfus, Aged 12
Marion Fisher, Aged 13
Mary Liz Miller, Aged 8
And her younger sister, Lina Miller, Aged 7.
.. May You All Rest In Peace ..

TOPIC:"Dream A Little Dream”

The Full Article Can Be Read Here

Shrug · 10-08-2006, 03:40 AM

As I sail the seas of loneliness,
time guides with phony tips.
As I’m homing bliss with foaming lips,
my unconfined mind knows only this…

With reality closely knit to bother me,
I constantly dream a little dream,
of this scene of vivid screams,
I honestly thought to be
a verity my vigil deemed with clarity.
That night I apparently watched
a life that inherently
cared for me perish off…

…It starts in the dark, I embark on a lark
a stark game of hide and seek.
Under night I sneak while the light is bleak.
Surreptitiously, I scurry nimbly
to my mother’s suite to confide in sheets.
and disguise with heaps
of covers, to see if she discovers
where I decide to be.

“Ready or Not, here I come!”

I hear her as she gets close to the door
but the presence was host to one more
as the ghosts floats to her core.
The glow of his gloom was known in the room
As soon as she’d known of her doom.
He ravaged her with his savage thirst
As she managed hurt, knowing my vantage lurked.

There, Under the nights glare, unaware of my nightmare
I suffer blight scared, as his evil plundered my mothers nightwear.
Her benevolence was stripped by his fixed malevolence
That entered our tenement with strategic evidence…..

I awake to a bed soaked with sweat… So much for rest.
Greeted by the dawns gloom, I hope for the best
A flustered mess I made haste direct mom’s room,
hoping for the comfort of her breast .
Dazed and confused from the haze of the truth, I muster a guess.
Bursting open the arch as brave as a troop
Searching for the matriarch of the coop

Completely distraught and inert
I sought her to conquer the monster,
only to find my father, with peace in bed.

“I saw it with my own eyes, she’s dead! She’s dead!”

“Here, calm yourself son. Your tears of fear will help none.
Please, you need to learn to ease you yearn; what’s dealt is done.”

Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
Euripides

We tried to smolder the bruise,
but now that your old and you’ve grew
Its time I told you the truth..
so you can understand the cold roots of your youth.
Your mother never left on a whim
With that guy who did construction
Like you were led to believe.
We never meant to deceive
intentionally, but she was dead when you’re three.
The dream you have is reality, I found it to be
the best option to tell you a fallacy,
to cloud your vision of
how her conniption had to be.

the charade ends when his story told my history in laymen’s.
My heart caved in… I could still smell her fragrance,
Still see her silhouette thru the display lense,
feel her pillowed breast and hear her cadence.

but my family handed me lies of my mommy’s demise
disguised in a vanity to lessen my handle squeeze
that branded me paralyzed with their inherent entice.

"The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others."
Friedrich Nietzsche

Pent uP · 10-08-2006, 03:56 AM

upping

Lord Notik · 10-08-2006, 01:36 PM

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Insanevillian · 10-08-2006, 09:26 PM

I dont want to vote...

i just want to see who is winning...

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Mr. Mynd · 10-09-2006, 01:47 PM

Great battle Shrug, Upping!

DiC GeTs GuLLy · 10-09-2006, 04:51 PM

*mag business*

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Got Life? · 10-09-2006, 09:38 PM

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10-07-2006, 07:54 AM	#2 (permalink)
Mr. Mynd ¿ dn apisumop Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 597	A word of warning... BEWARE! Haha, Peace! Voted On: Ron Deau vs. Lord Notik Contendership: Fold vs. Got Life Sacrifice vs. Tekneek And SD-11 vs. Dave Engines! 9. Sacrifice 5-1* VS 10. Tekneek 69-33 Contenders: 3. Fold 3-2 VS 4. Got Life? 31-16 11. Ron Deau 2-1 VS 12. Lord Notik 0-0 17. SD-11 0-0 VS 18. Dave Enginez 0-0 __________________ I'll Calzaghe your title hopes. Keg Party! Baron Mynd Last edited by Mr. Mynd; 10-09-2006 at 01:49 PM.

10-07-2006, 08:05 AM	#3 (permalink)
Mr. Mynd ¿ dn apisumop Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 597	"Real Life Stories: The Amish Schoolhouse Massacre" TOPIC:"Untold Secrets” The cretinous souls, Suicide letter unfolds, to reveal a truth he’d never disclosed .. .. striking a terrible blow, inside the denizen’s own, resident home. Where he’d penned and enclosed, An expletory note, headed “I thought it better you know…” Detailing how he’d molested and probed, Younger siblings when they’d been left in alone. Charles’ callous confession grew harder to read as the sentences sloped .. .. While describing how gently he groped, His brothers innocence under the pretence of a joke. An event which evoked, A recile from his redolent glow .. .. Turning his smile into a predators, cold, incestuous smoulder. Charles’ teenage figure loomed over a coffee mug he’d set on a coaster .. .. Which reflected him letchering over, The naked, nubile, bodies he’d sketched from the sofa. And at night when he slept --- With a pillow firmly pressed to his shoulder .. .. He’d try to suppress, the highly majestic vibe he would get, From re-living this scene inside of his head. Charles silently wept, As inner-demons plagued his dreams and he denied their requests, To brush his perverse hands against his brothers privates again. ... - 20 Years Later - Charles awoke, frightened, in bed - Wiping the sweat, from the narrow incline in his neck .. .. With a look in his eyes that suggests, He's had enough of the nightly unrest. The inner-demon’s returned. And thought Charles fights it as best, he can - It smites his attempts. Reciting with zest, that his life's in a mess .. .. plied with regrets, and that he's married to a wife he detests. The demon finally pressed, Upon Charles' sickening lust after minors for sex .. .. and the issues untimely address, seemed to push him right to the edge. With what little pride he had left, Charles began his wily ascent .. .. into the quaint, Amish, schoolhouse - Brandishing a gun to the side of his leg. He then barked orders, Until all the boys and adults inside it had left .. .. Binding the remaining girls up, With industrial rope of sizeable length. “…Tell these pigs to get the FUCK out,” Charles cried with dissent, But the emergency operators had declined his request. And so at point blank range, Charles started firing with lead, Killing five, then turning the gun on himself… …When police arrived, the tyrant was dead. *Based On The True Story Of Charles Carl Roberts* Wrote In Loving Memory Of:- Rose Ebersole, Aged 7 Anna May Stoltzfus, Aged 12 Marion Fisher, Aged 13 Mary Liz Miller, Aged 8 And her younger sister, Lina Miller, Aged 7. .. May You All Rest In Peace .. TOPIC:"Dream A Little Dream” The Full Article Can Be Read Here __________________ I'll Calzaghe your title hopes. Keg Party! Baron Mynd Last edited by Mr. Mynd; 10-07-2006 at 08:15 AM.

10-08-2006, 03:40 AM	#4 (permalink)
Shrug Street Poet Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: The most comfortable spot on the floor of the KEG PARTY Posts: 158	Dream A Little Dream As I sail the seas of loneliness, time guides with phony tips. As I’m homing bliss with foaming lips, my unconfined mind knows only this… With reality closely knit to bother me, I constantly dream a little dream, of this scene of vivid screams, I honestly thought to be a verity my vigil deemed with clarity. That night I apparently watched a life that inherently cared for me perish off… …It starts in the dark, I embark on a lark a stark game of hide and seek. Under night I sneak while the light is bleak. Surreptitiously, I scurry nimbly to my mother’s suite to confide in sheets. and disguise with heaps of covers, to see if she discovers where I decide to be. “Ready or Not, here I come!” I hear her as she gets close to the door but the presence was host to one more as the ghosts floats to her core. The glow of his gloom was known in the room As soon as she’d known of her doom. He ravaged her with his savage thirst As she managed hurt, knowing my vantage lurked. There, Under the nights glare, unaware of my nightmare I suffer blight scared, as his evil plundered my mothers nightwear. Her benevolence was stripped by his fixed malevolence That entered our tenement with strategic evidence….. I awake to a bed soaked with sweat… So much for rest. Greeted by the dawns gloom, I hope for the best A flustered mess I made haste direct mom’s room, hoping for the comfort of her breast . Dazed and confused from the haze of the truth, I muster a guess. Bursting open the arch as brave as a troop Searching for the matriarch of the coop Completely distraught and inert I sought her to conquer the monster, only to find my father, with peace in bed. “I saw it with my own eyes, she’s dead! She’s dead!” “Here, calm yourself son. Your tears of fear will help none. Please, you need to learn to ease you yearn; what’s dealt is done.” Waste not fresh tears over old griefs. Euripides We tried to smolder the bruise, but now that your old and you’ve grew Its time I told you the truth.. so you can understand the cold roots of your youth. Your mother never left on a whim With that guy who did construction Like you were led to believe. We never meant to deceive intentionally, but she was dead when you’re three. The dream you have is reality, I found it to be the best option to tell you a fallacy, to cloud your vision of how her conniption had to be. the charade ends when his story told my history in laymen’s. My heart caved in… I could still smell her fragrance, Still see her silhouette thru the display lense, feel her pillowed breast and hear her cadence. but my family handed me lies of my mommy’s demise disguised in a vanity to lessen my handle squeeze that branded me paralyzed with their inherent entice. "The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others." Friedrich Nietzsche __________________ As I walk life's path I realise there are no lefts or rights, no rights nor wrongs. Only straights. However the straights are my rights and wrongs. My lefts and rights.

10-08-2006, 09:26 PM	#10 (permalink)
Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE Join Date: Aug 2000 Location: Oakland, Ca Posts: 16,322	I dont want to vote... i just want to see who is winning... __________________ ELITE

10-09-2006, 01:47 PM	#12 (permalink)
Mr. Mynd ¿ dn apisumop Join Date: May 2004 Posts: 597	Great battle Shrug, Upping! __________________ I'll Calzaghe your title hopes. Keg Party! Baron Mynd

10-09-2006, 04:51 PM	#13 (permalink)
DiC GeTs GuLLy Hello Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 2,889	mag business __________________ 4x PTL Champion 9x RSTL Champion..75~19 4X PTL TOURNAMENT CHAMP 3X RSTL TOURNAMENT CHAMP - THE TOURNAMENT KING OF THIS BITCH - ~{S.M.O.}~