WEEK 4: MMLP vs Scar - 5-2 SCAR WINS

MMLP · 04-16-2020, 12:03 PM

You'll need a walkthrough right into my mind
I speak before you as a victim of crime.
Just a kid in his prime who laughed at the trolls.
In simpler times of practical jokes.
Where pranks were exposed and urban legends debunked.
Passed off as hoaxes, with their efforts rebuffed,
with the exception of one I just couldn't forget,
they mentioned it once and it stuck in my head.
His hunt for revenge felt like a swarm of bees.
Would wake up in a sweat, like the nights were calling me.
Those times its all I’d read as I studied some more,
made his plight that more believable, I was shook to the core.
There’s like a dozen reports but no one seemed to care,
just a couple of stories, my folks weren’t even scared.
Couldn’t focus in my chair as my mind was clouded.
Openly aware of all my surroundings
Found it quite astounding in my petty state of mind.
Trying doubting myself who’s left to pay the price.
Then the fatal night we all crashed at my house,
some friends would stay behind, just hanging around.
Bored, sat in the lounge when I was bludgeoned by the girls.
The harassment resounding, they pushed me to the hill.
Finally mustering the will as my audience had hoped,
I struggled keeping still but stood tall in desperate hope,
they'd all just it let go and draw a line in the sand.
To not perform the ceremony was only inciting their wrath.
So I decided I had to man up and switch.
With my eyes on the task, I ran to the sink
in a battle of wits, just to the attain the facts
gazed at the man in the mirror, everyone was laughing at
“Candyman,” I said it bitterly
“… Candyman,” thinking lets end the mystery”
“Candyman,” “Candyman,” “Candyman”.... And the rest is history

04-16-2020, 12:03 PM	#4
MMLP Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 614 Battle Record: 15-16 Champed - Write Week 9 Rep Power: 9768091	Ends with the man in the mirror You'll need a walkthrough right into my mind I speak before you as a victim of crime. Just a kid in his prime who laughed at the trolls. In simpler times of practical jokes. Where pranks were exposed and urban legends debunked. Passed off as hoaxes, with their efforts rebuffed, with the exception of one I just couldn't forget, they mentioned it once and it stuck in my head. His hunt for revenge felt like a swarm of bees. Would wake up in a sweat, like the nights were calling me. Those times its all I’d read as I studied some more, made his plight that more believable, I was shook to the core. There’s like a dozen reports but no one seemed to care, just a couple of stories, my folks weren’t even scared. Couldn’t focus in my chair as my mind was clouded. Openly aware of all my surroundings Found it quite astounding in my petty state of mind. Trying doubting myself who’s left to pay the price. Then the fatal night we all crashed at my house, some friends would stay behind, just hanging around. Bored, sat in the lounge when I was bludgeoned by the girls. The harassment resounding, they pushed me to the hill. Finally mustering the will as my audience had hoped, I struggled keeping still but stood tall in desperate hope, they'd all just it let go and draw a line in the sand. To not perform the ceremony was only inciting their wrath. So I decided I had to man up and switch. With my eyes on the task, I ran to the sink in a battle of wits, just to the attain the facts gazed at the man in the mirror, everyone was laughing at “Candyman,” I said it bitterly “… Candyman,” thinking lets end the mystery” “Candyman,” “Candyman,” “Candyman”.... And the rest is history