Week 9: (5-3) Asylum vs. (2-0) NYCSPITZ (NYCSPITZ WINS SHUTOUT 6-0)

NYCSPITZ · 05-04-2016, 01:53 AM

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The indiscernible dirt road leads to Tempora lake
with off-shoots winding snake-like in a vegetable state
one of these paths led to a bridge in the center of a swamp
arching over the mud and crickets December was upon...
It was a temperate Georgian winter - fifty two in the 'eve
P.K. and Lola lake-bound, intent on doing the deed...
They were lost, but found the swampy bridge inviting and quaint
arching for no reason at all, red with the brightest of paint
High school seniors nearly ready to say goodbye in the Fall
Lola's necklace jingled as they sprightly stepped in the breeze
They stepped through the light earth young, deft and with ease
Stopping mid bridge, P.K. smiling caressing her beads...
they were jolted by a blinding light and a deafening wheeze
To their amazement - a white portal whirled to the the left in the dew
Eyes wide, it seemed to throb gently and beckon the two
Walking through at the bridge's end the swamp transformed
They were blinded, blinked hard and heard a strong ass horn
It was a city block now, turning back they were barred by the side -
of a futuristic skyscraper, and flying cars in the night of the sky
Neon lights blinked, their clothes changed to leathery robes
Wondering what the fuck happened - but it was better to know
All the signs were Chinese, they felt like beleaguered amateurs
Til they paused, and found out they could read the characters!
Walking down the city block past laughter and men in their ties
A digital clock hovered 50 stories above: Georgia, Twenty-seventy-five
They stopped at a noodle shop and sat, trying to fathom their roles
when an old man appeared without speaking and passed them their bowls
"you seem famished! Welcome to the Bridge noodle cafe -
This used to be swamp land and wildlife back in past days
You'd better walk home very fast - start hurrying home!
We Chinamen have been very xenophobic...
Since we became the world power several decades ago!
With that the color fled from their faces, feeling really absurd
P.K. and Lola spun around together, hearing that familiar blur
The portal had opened again but looked weak and transparent in style
Running out; the Chinaman sighed and wearily smiled
Vowing to never tell the story, yet to remember the facts
They walked through the bridge's portal: Georgia welcomed them back.

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05-04-2016, 01:53 AM	#3
NYCSPITZ SYRACUSE Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,031 Battle Record: 31-37 Champed - Write Night II - Alias Topical Tournament Rep Power: 4743547	. The indiscernible dirt road leads to Tempora lake with off-shoots winding snake-like in a vegetable state one of these paths led to a bridge in the center of a swamp arching over the mud and crickets December was upon... It was a temperate Georgian winter - fifty two in the 'eve P.K. and Lola lake-bound, intent on doing the deed... They were lost, but found the swampy bridge inviting and quaint arching for no reason at all, red with the brightest of paint High school seniors nearly ready to say goodbye in the Fall Lola's necklace jingled as they sprightly stepped in the breeze They stepped through the light earth young, deft and with ease Stopping mid bridge, P.K. smiling caressing her beads... they were jolted by a blinding light and a deafening wheeze To their amazement - a white portal whirled to the the left in the dew Eyes wide, it seemed to throb gently and beckon the two Walking through at the bridge's end the swamp transformed They were blinded, blinked hard and heard a strong ass horn It was a city block now, turning back they were barred by the side - of a futuristic skyscraper, and flying cars in the night of the sky Neon lights blinked, their clothes changed to leathery robes Wondering what the fuck happened - but it was better to know All the signs were Chinese, they felt like beleaguered amateurs Til they paused, and found out they could read the characters! Walking down the city block past laughter and men in their ties A digital clock hovered 50 stories above: Georgia, Twenty-seventy-five They stopped at a noodle shop and sat, trying to fathom their roles when an old man appeared without speaking and passed them their bowls "you seem famished! Welcome to the Bridge noodle cafe - This used to be swamp land and wildlife back in past days You'd better walk home very fast - start hurrying home! We Chinamen have been very xenophobic... Since we became the world power several decades ago! With that the color fled from their faces, feeling really absurd P.K. and Lola spun around together, hearing that familiar blur The portal had opened again but looked weak and transparent in style Running out; the Chinaman sighed and wearily smiled Vowing to never tell the story, yet to remember the facts They walked through the bridge's portal: Georgia welcomed them back. - __________________ UNIFIED THEORY Last edited by NYCSPITZ; 05-04-2016 at 01:57 AM.