Seymour: Well written and crisp. So crisp it'd make Diode remark to your lack of BBQ skills. Luckily this is a battle of text and not pork. Smooth throughout, you have a strong sense of imagery and setting. The cloak flapping over the hoopla. A mix of Assassin's Creed and 300 #3: The Rise of Text. I got immersed in the story, quickly introduced to the players. The impetus for Max was given short thrift but that's fine and may have aided in the breathless pace of the piece. No qualm. The golden beetle was deus ex machina. I enjoyed this piece in spades even for its rougher edges.
Peter: Nikola Tesla, father of the brain, terrible dresser. This was good, different. Shorter lines but filled with content. The rhymes got better as you progressed. The genius discerns/jesus is work line was very Vulgar-esque, which is a compliment. You had highlights throughout. The piece felt a bit light to me. Not in content but heft.
Peter wrote well and there's no shame in the loss. Seymour simply did more, which sometimes isn't a plus, but here was. I was engaged in his narrative more and for that he takes the w.
/Seymour Butts
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