9. Archive 1-1 vs. 10. Kryptical 5-1

Insanevillian · 11-07-2006, 08:28 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 This Week

Kryptikal · 11-08-2006, 04:13 PM

I'm here and Ill vote.

archive. · 11-08-2006, 07:53 PM

gotcha

Kryptikal · 11-11-2006, 05:49 PM

They told me, your soul doesnt age
But sometimes it erodes in a cage with my hope to escape.
They continually say that it's supposedly safe
Mother and father constantly troubled & bothered
Unloading their faith on a suburbian doctor
Mother, I unleashed a burdern on her
And in turn, my father, got hot and bothered
And went off his rocker. Just like me .. Lost with monsters.
Lighting shots stomp the crystal cranium where my
Little delicate baby hums.
That's the imagery that was arranging him
Saintly hymns, whispered by a man in white
Telling me to stand and fight through this frantic night
But he can help, he justs expands my plight
Into a gigantic vice, where I save my things
My memories and my enemies, I'm my cages king
Champion of a four by four vicinity within my memory
My brain's centerpiece. A ship cought in a flood thats oh so real
Imaginary razor blades that nurse my hope to feel
My hatred ages, and I can't completely close the seal
Between what I know is real, and what I show's surreal
I suppose I was dealed, the bad hand by Yeshua the Highest
But I'll get all the freedom he too accrued from dying
A noose divinely, almost slipped around my neck
Or tear-marks where the razor blades profoundly set
My mouth is kept shut by my problems, my enigma lost in circumstance
My biologic clock is in murder stance
This burning trance, staring at the problems and solutions
Wondering how I would call them or do them
It's appalling, these bruises on my mental state
A demented fate. my Hell's started
It's passing by.... I'm retarted

archive. · 11-12-2006, 03:08 AM

so cold, walking the streets, no goal, zoning
window shopping, blue durag, im hopin
i find a nice eatery, staring eyes so mean to me
find a nice seat to eat at a coffee shop, it easily
frees and treats my mind while watching pedestrians pass by
flickin my square, as the ash flies i notice
a rectangular object, inching closer, a wallet in focus
lookin thru its contents, the decision is good samaritan
hes 6'5, 230 and a proud american
lives on brown ave, lookin like he drives a caravan
like i said earlier, im trying to be a merrymen
so i go home, open yellowbook to track the guy down
find out hes ceo of morris brown, my eyebrows
raise a lil, but the thought quickly passes
thinkin "i could become a hero for the black masses"
thats passion, set my course for brown ave
not home, so i ask his wife where he can be found at
the university, a rally for fundraising she states
berating politicians on lack of free aid
i nod accordingly, continue of on my crusade of stardom
my arrival is- excuse me miss, please sir, pardon
me, lemme get thru, gotta service to provide
got hit in the arm, karate chop between ma eyes
body guards beating me senseless, pretenseless
hands covering my face defending, tryin to present him
the lost appendage i know he sorely misses
wishing this was more of an easier task
tellin his the guards i have the seeds of his pants
but they draw guns, my eyes swole, ready to boot me
steady and brutally they ask me whats my business
i witnessed he dropped this, as i spoke with solace
before i was rudely interrupted mr bush
hes ur wallet

rudely interrupted

Got Life? · 11-13-2006, 02:54 PM

looking in...might do a mag article.

Kryptikal · 11-13-2006, 05:00 PM