RSTL #1 Contendership: 3. Atheist Vs 4. Richard Corey

Nebz · 09-14-2003, 03:22 PM

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Atheist · 09-14-2003, 03:44 PM

Check, check, check.

Richard, would it be possible if I had an extension until Thursday afternoon (UK time which means it would be Thursday morning in the USA) to post my verse, because a decorator is coming in five minutes, and my computer must be disconnected, so I have no internet access until Thursday.

Please, would that be possible? I promise to make this match fire.

Richard Corey · 09-17-2003, 09:11 AM

Richard Corey · 09-18-2003, 09:13 AM

OH NO PROBLEM!!!

I didn't even know I was in this thing! I thought the season didn't begin again until after the tourney... Whoa, this is going to be hectic.

but yeah, Post Thursday, by all means. I'll need the extra time, myself.

okay, we have a problem...

Isabel. Y'know...that whole hurricane thing. What I'm going to do is post my verse I wrote for the tourney...it's using an approved topic, I just may not have power later on to write a totally new verse. I hope this is okay to do...

Richard Corey · 09-18-2003, 10:29 AM

Okay, this is the third installment to a series I had been writing. It's a metaphor for a lot of things, mostly the current rush to nuclear war. Please, just keep an open mind...

Alive III — Valley of Shadows

We last left our hero, he was walking through the wasteland, carrying his brother, the only other survivor in a nuclear attack. Among the dead and dying, he falls deeper into the battle-field, the war of false gods…

What man renames himself God and claims the axe of Thor,
and buries it in his thorax and poverty-scorched hapless shores?
Crimson lightning flashed, as acid splashed in smolderin’ rains
I carried my dying brother on my back, to ‘shoulder the pain’
The air was suffocated with snow, as white sheets split the sky.
Warm flakes of ash, without a storm break, whizzed on by.
"… Hell always looks prettier in Christmas time,"
my brother’s distant sigh, as radiation death kissed his mind.
The shakiest steps, I moved through War’s irradiated breath
of air, from Aries’ scary death-emaciated chest…
pass the fried bastardized children of a whore atom bomb
laid torn, scattered on the White House war-ravished lawn.
To the Capital where kids evaporated on the National Mall,
the intense heat printing their shadows on the back of the walls!
The shadows … they seemed to almost breathe, cackle and call
Shadows of past acts of evilness, the evilest happiness-sabotage
The deceitfully discreet blissfully ignorant works of camouflage
of the phases of hatred’s pubescent faces, Satan's analog!
THE SHADOWS!! Pain and slavery’s venom, slathered in them.
Shadows of victims eyes, victimized by holo-costly chattel systems…
Embattered, they coughed; shadows on Lincoln’s blackened bust
I watched them gather and crawl across the walls… after us!

I fled through the red rain, the shadows screaming in dead pain
Until my head ached, straining from my brother’s undead weight!
They angrily danced to African rhythms and Mayan sing-a-longs
I ran amidst the throngs, through shadows of burning synagogues!
The Negatives of deception and false god ‘erections,’
raping and desecrating the purity of moral insurrection…

I collapsed and the shadows attacked, happily snacked and slashed
Feasting on me, jaws actively and rapidly rabidly snapped!!
I screamed, seeing my arm severed at the elbow joint, and my
legs shredded in ruby fountains, by eyes, hellish points of light!
I covered my brother, unconscious through the horrible haunting
But when I turned …we were alone under a loose sauntering awning…

We were covered in white ash. Aries’ painfully beautiful snow fall
carpeted the dead and the illusion shadows, gnawing my clothes off.
I leaned against the wall, in my own vomit, my brother in his,
dreaming about a White Christmas

before all this…

HighPawTheCyst · 09-18-2003, 11:39 AM

brilliant...i just want to say you are one of the most talented heads in the rstl right now, props man

Nebz · 09-19-2003, 02:08 AM

Richard Corey-Wins
Atheist-No Shows

09-14-2003, 03:22 PM	#1 (permalink)
Nebz Mod God Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: West Coastin it. Posts: 24,476	RSTL #1 Contendership: 3. Atheist Vs 4. Richard Corey VERSES DUE Wednesday 10:00pm PACIFIC/1:00am EST VOTES DUE Saturday 10:00am PACIFIC/1:00pm EST Get Your Topics The RSTL Topics - 9/13! LINE LIMIT: 4 lines - NO SHOWS 16 lines - MINIMAL 60 lines - MAXIMAL VOTING: No crew votes No payback votes No 2nd Chance Votes YOU MUST MUST MUST -- POST YOUR URL'S OF ALL THE BATTLES YOU VOTED ON HERE IN YOUR OWN THREAD.. VOTE ON 6 BATTLES!!!!! FAILURE TO DO SO RESULTS IN 3 VOTE SUBTRACTION!!! if you win by no-show u are encouraged to vote still in other matches!!!!! GO FOR IT!!! __________________ *N.iggas E.nvy B.ill'z* See Martin, see Malcolm You See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas, see Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide its a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddle's, nigga's sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you, "you ghetto"

09-14-2003, 03:44 PM	#2 (permalink)
Atheist Storyteller Join Date: Jul 2002 Posts: 1,700	Check, check, check. Richard, would it be possible if I had an extension until Thursday afternoon (UK time which means it would be Thursday morning in the USA) to post my verse, because a decorator is coming in five minutes, and my computer must be disconnected, so I have no internet access until Thursday. Please, would that be possible? I promise to make this match fire. __________________ You’ve Got the Fear 4x RSTL Champion. Last edited by Atheist; 09-16-2003 at 04:58 PM.

09-17-2003, 09:11 AM	#3 (permalink)
Richard Corey King Richard Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Laurel, MD Posts: 1,519	.... Last edited by Richard Corey; 09-18-2003 at 10:30 AM.

09-18-2003, 09:13 AM	#4 (permalink)
Richard Corey King Richard Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Laurel, MD Posts: 1,519	OH NO PROBLEM!!! I didn't even know I was in this thing! I thought the season didn't begin again until after the tourney... Whoa, this is going to be hectic. but yeah, Post Thursday, by all means. I'll need the extra time, myself. okay, we have a problem... Isabel. Y'know...that whole hurricane thing. What I'm going to do is post my verse I wrote for the tourney...it's using an approved topic, I just may not have power later on to write a totally new verse. I hope this is okay to do... Last edited by Richard Corey; 09-18-2003 at 10:30 AM.

09-19-2003, 02:08 AM	#7 (permalink)
Nebz Mod God Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: West Coastin it. Posts: 24,476	Richard Corey-Wins Atheist-No Shows __________________ *N.iggas E.nvy B.ill'z* See Martin, see Malcolm You See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas, see Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide its a suicide If you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddle's, nigga's sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you, "you ghetto"

09-18-2003, 10:29 AM	#5 (permalink)
Richard Corey King Richard Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Laurel, MD Posts: 1,519	Okay, this is the third installment to a series I had been writing. It's a metaphor for a lot of things, mostly the current rush to nuclear war. Please, just keep an open mind... Alive III — Valley of Shadows We last left our hero, he was walking through the wasteland, carrying his brother, the only other survivor in a nuclear attack. Among the dead and dying, he falls deeper into the battle-field, the war of false gods… What man renames himself God and claims the axe of Thor, and buries it in his thorax and poverty-scorched hapless shores? Crimson lightning flashed, as acid splashed in smolderin’ rains I carried my dying brother on my back, to ‘shoulder the pain’ The air was suffocated with snow, as white sheets split the sky. Warm flakes of ash, without a storm break, whizzed on by. "… Hell always looks prettier in Christmas time," my brother’s distant sigh, as radiation death kissed his mind. The shakiest steps, I moved through War’s irradiated breath of air, from Aries’ scary death-emaciated chest… pass the fried bastardized children of a whore atom bomb laid torn, scattered on the White House war-ravished lawn. To the Capital where kids evaporated on the National Mall, the intense heat printing their shadows on the back of the walls! The shadows … they seemed to almost breathe, cackle and call Shadows of past acts of evilness, the evilest happiness-sabotage The deceitfully discreet blissfully ignorant works of camouflage of the phases of hatred’s pubescent faces, Satan's analog! THE SHADOWS!! Pain and slavery’s venom, slathered in them. Shadows of victims eyes, victimized by holo-costly chattel systems… Embattered, they coughed; shadows on Lincoln’s blackened bust I watched them gather and crawl across the walls… after us! I fled through the red rain, the shadows screaming in dead pain Until my head ached, straining from my brother’s undead weight! They angrily danced to African rhythms and Mayan sing-a-longs I ran amidst the throngs, through shadows of burning synagogues! The Negatives of deception and false god ‘erections,’ raping and desecrating the purity of moral insurrection… I collapsed and the shadows attacked, happily snacked and slashed Feasting on me, jaws actively and rapidly rabidly snapped!! I screamed, seeing my arm severed at the elbow joint, and my legs shredded in ruby fountains, by eyes, hellish points of light! I covered my brother, unconscious through the horrible haunting But when I turned …we were alone under a loose sauntering awning… We were covered in white ash. Aries’ painfully beautiful snow fall carpeted the dead and the illusion shadows, gnawing my clothes off. I leaned against the wall, in my own vomit, my brother in his, dreaming about a White Christmas before all this…

09-18-2003, 11:39 AM	#6 (permalink)
HighPawTheCyst Registered User Join Date: Sep 2003 Posts: 523	brilliant...i just want to say you are one of the most talented heads in the rstl right now, props man

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