Contenders: 3. Sacrifice 7-1 Vs. 4. Shrug 5-1

DiC GeTs GuLLy · 10-17-2006, 06:07 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! Editing votes for any reason must be approved by mods and explained in reason for editing.
[*]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 The Week

Shrug · 10-17-2006, 11:31 PM

What a delight, a battle with Sacrifice! Best of luck this week man.
hope you find peace of mind when writing your verse. peace breathe easy.

in.

SacriFICE · 10-18-2006, 12:15 AM

Good luck to you sir, this should definitely me a Match of the Week candidate...,

do your best, I'll do mine, and we'll keep the league on fire...

Peace. Check.

Shrug · 10-19-2006, 06:10 PM

Yo Sacrifice, I have an idea that I could do within line limit, but would love to expand beyond. Is it cool with you if I exceed 64 for the sake of expression?

hit me back
breathe easy

SacriFICE · 10-19-2006, 09:14 PM

No doubt man, do whatever you feel... its cool with me.

Good luck to you.

SacriFICE · 10-21-2006, 03:34 AM

A golden road, overgrown with vines of pleasure
Inside the weather, the rain combined with feathers
from an angel's wings displaying the lives that withered
away in the form of cascading diamond embers.
Past hating, beyond remorse and any discomfort
Without any ending to stop the force that many discover
Plenty envy the righteous, most don't understand
Many enemies fight this growth the sun commands
A zirconic path of chronic wrath, damaged and brawn
Strength in history with lavender and amethyst walls
Panic enthralls the passengers, an awful massacre
Sent every unwilling entity along the path of hurt
Victims of war and destruction, torment and reduction
Of life at the hands of those with no abrupt reluctance
A rushed triumph whence the mission controlled them
Composed when the souls leapt into the exposed wind

The paths to the heavens, to the roads to hell
Any route taken, without thinking, overwhelms
Insignificant souls are oblivious though
There are only two places to go on these ambiguous roads

An onyx route, created by demonic hounds
Not announced by phonic-sounds, but God was found
As far as possible from the bottomless clouds that spiraled down
Without trial the vile obnoxious clowns
laughed hysterically down the vacant halls
Waiting to make the call to the same vagrant dogs
That made the long cement walk as an awful stench stalked
The lonely line the pen will crawl, slowing time
An emerald dream, momentum increased
Until the eventual screams penetrate the pentacle’s seams.
Hellhounds spellbound by the demon's bell sounds
Try retreating and die receiving a lot of bleeding
and a constant seething melt down.
This kind of sequence makes your mind believe that
If you're alive and breathing, you might defeat it.

The roads to hell, the paths to the heavens
Any route mentioned could be a disastrous menace
Insignificant souls, are oblivious though
There are two places to go on these ambiguous roads

Through the corridor is a smorgasbord of sapphire
Glistening like the neon closed sign of the corner store
Semi-lit as light from the porches pour the cast iron
Contents, the trite morbid gore of tortured souls
Orphaned glows as the horizon exits after forty rows
Telling it as the story goes, detailing mortal blows
As if the truth is sort of known, but only God does
The truth is what you think you know is not much
Like the former shine is torn from time by the pot's rust
At the core designed to force your mind to not trust
But the quarter shines, in God we trust
If not we must leave these borderlines beyond our luck.
An understanding of life and death
An entropy centered embryo, but can we know
The depth of life, men and mice face plight and stress,
But it doesn't mean we live our life the best... fighting death.
A tiny breath, whispering to the vibrant netting
Capturing a lively setting,
Intertwined by the webbing of the lives
of many, down to their very phyletic origins.
So if you think life is more than death, of course it is,
But most treat life as a near abortion, missed
then sent to an orphanage...
The difference is the road we travel to get there
If we even get there... because most go on a shortened-trip...

Shrug · 10-22-2006, 03:38 AM

"A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he can chew. "
Herb Caen

…the cold monotonous rain, drops on top of this pain I behold
as I stop to sustain the preposterous game that we loathe.
Lost and in vain while caught in the reins of weak hope
I pass vast hassles and foes to breathe easy with kin,
attacked by the battles I chose with demons of sin,
all as I travel this road, seeking peace from within…

I once knew a lady that made me complete,
Always true, never hazy with shady deceit.
The perfect woman, shapely but sleek.
She gave me a peek of bliss from the days we could reap.

She went where no one goes. Saw the best of me from dome to toes.
Whenever she lay next to me comatose, it is like an ecstasy overdose.
It’s hopeless though. I know she’ll get the best of me while I’m soaked in hope.
She was my energy, a focused cloak to provoke when froze,
…a devotion chose, with a “meant to be” post-it note.
I cant wait to propose and toast.

But then the memories I supposed would flow
Into that heavenly vocal oath when I proposed in prose,
eventually disposed of growth when she awoke and spoke…
She mentioned that the conceptions behind her signs intentions were false.
There was no divine connection of essence in heaven but I wasnt to fault
No design was destined to bind our presence till ascension... I halt.
Stagger back, distraught, I stopped and caught apprehension
All that I thought we’d got was dropped in a second
All that I sought was blocked as I fought all the lessons
From a talk that would cost, the loss of a best friend.

Armageddon beckoned, I get to the end of aggression
As I stand with nowhere to run to make the havoc stop.
I don’t care, home is so numb, as I take hold of the gun
that I nabbed from pops, who never thought it would take, the soul of his son.
As I grabbed the glock, and placed the hole on my tongue.

when I heard a voice from inside speak amply….

Stanley, what is this? Plan B?
Think of your family, is this how you handle grief?
Understand me while I speak candidly,
But this plan won’t hand you peace.
Think of your other true loves, the mother you hug
The brother you bug, don’t make them suffer too much.

The gun dropped to my feet, I got onto my knees
And bottled my grief, making me solemn beneath.

I invested everything that I nested into my folks,
As the vestige of all that was restless revoked.

The stress is eased as I realized all the necessities
were blessed to me since my mom breast fed me,
along with discrepancies between the rest I seek,
and the energy sent to me from this lesser peace.
All I needed was kinship, even if everything diminished,
I could venture free with my pedigree into the limits.
Eventually, living blind as a cynic finished as I amended me.
Able to find amenities if the winds shifted into tremendous grief.
Before, I’d slit wrists within minutes to get this relief.
Now, I live with wicked gimmicks, find wisdom in it,
making it meant to be...

the cold monotonous rain, drops on top of this pain I behold
as I stop to sustain the preposterous game that we loathe.
Lost and in vain while caught in the reins of weak hope
I pass vast hassles and foes to breathe easy with kin,
attacked by the battles I chose with demons of sin,
all as I travel this road, seeking peace from within…

"Peace (of mind) cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding. "
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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