Week 12: 7. Johnathan Mercy (2-2) vs. 8. Soulstice (1-2) \\ Johnathan Mercy wins 6-2

Soulstice · 05-16-2014, 08:22 PM

How It Ended up Ending

"I was, once - before I lost my fingers"
The solemn figure paused, eyes glossed in history
His voice wraught with misery - "I can't smuggle no more"
A seasoned runner - used to shuttle drugs from the wharf
To hungry wardens of street tablets, mixtures, and more
Each consorting in precincts with vicious accord
He was the sly antecedent of a city at war. "This isn't a score.."
Sha responded "This is something bigger than that
You won't need the shadows, not even the trigger, in fact,
don't even tell me your real name, Doc, we'll be finished quick."
"You smarmy fuck. Smarten up. This isn't for shit.."
"It's for power, Doc!", his soul leaking ambition
Sha's a new breed of villian - conceived by the prestige of a vision
Unbeatable - A gangster god: his perfect purposeful plan
From some small time crime, to wanting the world in his hands

The bullets tickled his ear - "fucking fuck! Fuck Sha, fuck the Doctor"
The gutless mobster mumbled - reflections in muddy water
Made his trigger finger wither in fear - this foggy bayou plot
had gone rotten - his stomach bound in knots by the sound of shots
ringing from the police boat - red and blue and angry
Sha had already dealt death to two - that wasn't the plan
The shaking man recalled the circumstance, his nervous compliance
To help Sha recover those curious items to sate his urgent desires
He was supposed to be muscle - turned invertebrate squire
A month's pay for a coward who lived alone in the gutter
Broken and gutted - been on the run from something different for years
Why change now? He wondered as the sirens continued to near
"It's time to go - later suckers, good luck in your coffins"
The cops swam him down fast, inhuman, quick as dolphin

Sha peeked out from the captains chair riddled in holes
& damaged in swaths across the middle - this physical toll
has diminished his soul, but this rage flickers within him
And ignites all ten of his body's physical systems
In youth, infinite wisdom is replaced by desperate pride
He heard a splash and a howl - not content to die
Like that feckless guy he brought on to protect his side
He'd let his techs decide his fate - he jumped out dual-wielding
Screaming, shuffling laterally - his shots resulting in casualties
Too tough for this cavalry - of lawmen, he dove forward
And took one in the temple. Stone frozen in post mortem

Doc was bowside - laughing about the doomed plan
Too much hubris, too much fear, not enough of a new man
He knew the museum - so he helped them break and enter
Glanced at the strange crate they stole - didn't care for the contents
Acutely aware of the onset - of death's dreary denouement
No fear - just a happy recollection of his smuggling days
While reality around him crumbled; bludgeoned and razed
The cops regrouped, shouted, loaded some equipment to use
As Doc killed the engine, sat down, and whistled a tune

49 lines. we agreed id go over by a couple via pm

05-16-2014, 08:22 PM	#3
Soulstice native system Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 387 Battle Record: 18-21 Champed - Short-Verse Topical Rep Power: 4453411	How It Ended up Ending "I was, once - before I lost my fingers" The solemn figure paused, eyes glossed in history His voice wraught with misery - "I can't smuggle no more" A seasoned runner - used to shuttle drugs from the wharf To hungry wardens of street tablets, mixtures, and more Each consorting in precincts with vicious accord He was the sly antecedent of a city at war. "This isn't a score.." Sha responded "This is something bigger than that You won't need the shadows, not even the trigger, in fact, don't even tell me your real name, Doc, we'll be finished quick." "You smarmy fuck. Smarten up. This isn't for shit.." "It's for power, Doc!", his soul leaking ambition Sha's a new breed of villian - conceived by the prestige of a vision Unbeatable - A gangster god: his perfect purposeful plan From some small time crime, to wanting the world in his hands The bullets tickled his ear - "fucking fuck! Fuck Sha, fuck the Doctor" The gutless mobster mumbled - reflections in muddy water Made his trigger finger wither in fear - this foggy bayou plot had gone rotten - his stomach bound in knots by the sound of shots ringing from the police boat - red and blue and angry Sha had already dealt death to two - that wasn't the plan The shaking man recalled the circumstance, his nervous compliance To help Sha recover those curious items to sate his urgent desires He was supposed to be muscle - turned invertebrate squire A month's pay for a coward who lived alone in the gutter Broken and gutted - been on the run from something different for years Why change now? He wondered as the sirens continued to near "It's time to go - later suckers, good luck in your coffins" The cops swam him down fast, inhuman, quick as dolphin Sha peeked out from the captains chair riddled in holes & damaged in swaths across the middle - this physical toll has diminished his soul, but this rage flickers within him And ignites all ten of his body's physical systems In youth, infinite wisdom is replaced by desperate pride He heard a splash and a howl - not content to die Like that feckless guy he brought on to protect his side He'd let his techs decide his fate - he jumped out dual-wielding Screaming, shuffling laterally - his shots resulting in casualties Too tough for this cavalry - of lawmen, he dove forward And took one in the temple. Stone frozen in post mortem Doc was bowside - laughing about the doomed plan Too much hubris, too much fear, not enough of a new man He knew the museum - so he helped them break and enter Glanced at the strange crate they stole - didn't care for the contents Acutely aware of the onset - of death's dreary denouement No fear - just a happy recollection of his smuggling days While reality around him crumbled; bludgeoned and razed The cops regrouped, shouted, loaded some equipment to use As Doc killed the engine, sat down, and whistled a tune 49 lines. we agreed id go over by a couple via pm