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10-21-2013, 11:46 AM
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Mad fucking dangerous.
Join Date: Jul 2013
Posts: 12,066
Battle Record: 40-19
Champed - AOWL Season 3
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Week 5 - King Ra. (1-2) vs. symetrik (0-1) - SYMETRIK WINS BY NS
 Season 2 Rules Verse Due Date - Thursday 23:59 PST Voting Deadline - Sunday 23:59 PST Line Limits - 16 - 48 Max can be higher if both agree Voting - Must vote on 3 battles and post voting links in this thread, preferably all in one post. If you don't vote on 3 battle you will be given a loss. If you lose by votes and don't vote on other battles you receive a one week suspension. Topic  Good luck @King Ra., @symetrik
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10-21-2013, 01:05 PM
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Senior Member
Join Date: Sep 2013
Posts: 709
Battle Record: 5-7
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Vote links:
http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=26805 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=26803 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=26802 Last edited by symetrik; 10-25-2013 at 05:08 PM. |
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10-21-2013, 04:53 PM
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The Throne, The Crown
Join Date: Jan 2013
Posts: 2,667
Battle Record: 21-35
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10-22-2013, 12:10 PM
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Senior Member
Join Date: Sep 2013
Posts: 709
Battle Record: 5-7
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Colour of Foundation
(hey, wake up.) you ever wondered where your blue eyes came from? I met your mother back in nineteen eighty-one. (wake up) I was fifteen and dollar-less, less interested in listening to lectures then to lick her tits, we'd hook up near the outhouse where the scholar's shit (wake up!) trench war politics, bricks to keep the stench in, high school hiding spot, where kids would learn to French kiss, and sip up off of the liquor drinks to stagger from establishment, romanticizing sex with every chick they've ever had it with... (is that bottle empty?) "frantic" fits, you could say we moved a little fast, addiction triggered relapse like a selfish ass, though no one knew the grind like her pelvis had. double line, tight lips, flip to see who tells her dad. (someone call 911) I let her have. (hurry!) nine months later, the trauma took you and your mum's life, you were christened on the outskirts of a dump site. I sympathize with wolves when we scream at moons. (I don't feel a pulse.) I'll see you soon. Last edited by symetrik; 10-22-2013 at 02:08 PM. |
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