WEEK SIXTEEN CHAMP MATCH: UNIVERSE (2-1) vs NYCSPITZ (9-2) UNI WINS VIA NS OPEN FOR FEED

[Adverse]

AOWL Season X FINAL WEEK

@Universe @NYCSPITZ

Verse Due: AUGUST 16TH @ 11:59PM EST

Line min: 10

Max: 60


Rules: http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=150311

Topic:
YOU WILL BE CHOOSING YOUR OWN TOPIC THIS WEEK. It doesn’t matter what it is just stay within your line limit and have fun!





GOOD LUCK

[Universe]

Unlimited lines, my man. Let's run it back.

Unless, you don't think you can do it again...

[Dominate]

I will not be voting this time if you do that.

[NYCSPITZ]

Originally Posted by Universe

Unlimited lines, my man. Let's run it back.

Unless, you don't think you can do it again...

Don’t have the time this week brother

I’m going 60

If you want to drop out I’ll face @Lars @Dank

Or shit give me dom or black

Sinacog deserves a title shot too…

[Universe]

Originally Posted by NYCSPITZ

Don’t have the time this week brother

I’m going 60

If you want to drop out I’ll face @Lars @Dank

Or shit give me dom or black

Sinacog deserves a title shot too…

It's like that, huh?

Nah, I'll go 60... I owe you one. Good luck.

[NYCSPITZ]

Ext bro

[Universe]

*The following Disclaimer has been provided by Universe's attorney, Earl Lee Depp Archer:

Since there is no set guidelines in the rules & regulations (aka "DA RULES SZN 10") of what exactly constitutes a "line", or how long one can be, my client has decided to pack an inordinate amount of content into each and build his verse through interior rhyme schemes within the line itself. A traditional bar being defined as a line is the writer's prerogative until there is a rule in place (such as a maximum syllable count) that states otherwise. This model has been utilized and exploited by others this season and not a single official disqualification has been handed out for going over the line limit; The only prerequisite being, apparently, that it is disguised properly... and yet sometimes even when it isn't, no disciplinary action was taken. Therefore, a precedent has been set and cannot be deviated from here, lest it be discriminatory.

Each line my client has written has been marked with a Tilde (~) when concluded. There are 60 of them.

Thank you for your time.

Earl Lee Depp Archer, Attorney-at-Law


BITER: A Shark Story

Dedicated to all those who have bit and have been bitten...

You know who you are.

"Every line is the perfect length if you don't measure it." - Marty Rubin

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The start is the ending in a way yet I left it unexplained; Some adventures are understated, but nothing ventured nothing gained ~
Inspiration is only plane to sea when calling mayday; Got to push way passed the breaking point if you want to make waves ~
So go with the flow, let the mainstream keep crowds at bay; Throw loud soirées, it's a shore fire way to go down in flames ~
Everybody's bound to cave, I wish I would've found a lake; Where distance below and to the sky is around the same ~
I copy this down and paste just to develop my taste; Swelling while naked, suiting up 'til goggles envelop my face ~
Watch news at 8, tomorrow's sand castles are scoops today; Check O2 intake on the regulator and adjust my scuba tank ~
Down in the bluish haze I know my next tale's sprouting; I won't head out until I have to go in depth about it ~
We're not in the same boat, it seems I'm hell bound here; You can't coast along forever without putting yourself out there ~
With dive spears I prepare as the salt water tide clears;
Finding rocks with outcrops like some agricultural nightmare ~
Is there light here? Oh fissure... That's where my self esteem pours; Out here in the open water, this is what I breathe for ~
Walking toward the precipice, I hardly got to drop; Jumped feet first in this floating cage by simply coming off the top... ~
Certain the bars would protect me when moved on like lock picks; It's like I'm truly some prophet inside a suit of blood sausage ~
I put it all on the line, it left me reeling like bait; I engage my regulator and seal the exit on this think tank ~
It pays to be up shits creek without a paddle to break; Rats run away from sinking ships when something rattles their cage... ~
I spot a massive wide shape, flesh hanging below its cut face; Enormous jaw unhinged, but this ain't an open and shut case ~
Intimidating yet I'm not it's intrinsic taste; No men on its menu, I think it wants the fish I just ate... ~
I'm poultry in comparison, no mistaking the matriarch of the sea; Those razor sharp teeth can do more than make your arm bleed ~
Not taking feedback, it moves effortlessly in the shadows ahead; Like the gallows are next, filling me with gallons of dread ~
It stops dead, a killer on all sides with an impartial center; A heartless devil, black soulless eyes burn like charcoal embers ~
Adorned with Remora that are a literal perfect fit; It's luring in the hypnotic swirls of fish that encircled it ~
Tipping the balance like scales that poke out its side; I make my exit slow... the cage explodes from behind... ~
It came as a massive surprise even if every factor's outlined; I spun around just in time to see it's snout backing out blind ~
Exactly like a bolt of lightning, a portal with makeshift shocks; I stay in locked although the Fourth Wall of the cage is gone ~
Can't pray to God when prey to monsters, this is my darkest hour; The bars are cowards, mere remnants of what the shark devoured ~
Embarking outward, the ocean was quiet and still... Then I saw it approaching behind, jaws wide for its meal ~
Like some dinosaur, a swimming Tyrannosaurus Rex with its sight; Instinctive in flight, I propelled to the side as it misses its bite ~
Thrust my lance like a knight, I found it a long duel... Blood gushes out of a small wound I could almost crawl through ~
Wetsuit ballooned, I floated up like a rapture to heaven; Saw the silhouette of my boat and thrashed for good measure ~
A glancing blow... Pain intense as a tent peg gripping... The wet clay... I glanced down to see my left leg missing ~
No doubt while sinking I surely can't form shouts; Blood pools out under water like some murky red storm cloud ~
Must've found a death wish with this mesh-less material; I look around and see no predator... not the best of scenarios... ~
Check my air hose, the dark sea blaring sound off beat... I turn right and see sharp teeth baring down on me ~
It ain't a secret blood's leaking like droplets of rain; I brace myself to get wrenched back like I was hit by a train ~
It takes parts of me higher, all other options seem dire... I'm pulled back and forth violently in this under water meat grinder ~
They say once bitten, twice shy... that's a Great White lie; It may keep license plates inside but it can't take my drive ~
Or leave me high and dry... I guess this is my swan song; I hear a POP, more blood clouds, then my right arm's gone ~
A bit long in the tooth to start acting as if I'm involved; Only a matter of time before the shark comes back to finish the job ~
Like cinema's Jaws... Lying ain't something I'll let stand; I take my regulator out and slide my tank off with my left hand ~
I know survival has the chances of a lottery roll; But this shark can't rip me to pieces if it swallows me whole... ~
I believe it's targeting souls while nesting to breed... A bevy of seeds... It begins its ascent up ready to feed ~
Picking up speed, teeth are needles that seem harrowin' to me; I squeeze my hands and feet, making myself narrow as can be... ~
Like some heroine with cape and uniform repo'd; But I'm no universal hero... I'm a human torpedo! ~
My truest form's beast mode, I've written this into legend; I went straight into the blackness much quicker than expected ~
Digested, I curl in a ball inside this massive beast; Like a dentist's dream, I passed the teeth right to a cavity ~
Lungs ask to breathe, I hope you're keeping the time... I'm ticked off... but being digested is preferable to being eaten alive ~
I begin to dry heave at the thought and vomit my angst; Then a golden light suddenly lights up this awful tight space ~
An anomaly, 'bile' accounts it's seemingly thick with distaste; Faced a half-eaten fish as it swam freely amidst the rib cage ~
It said, Inhale... so I did and felt a dull little blade; A thousand daggers pierced my chest, my eyes bulged from the pain ~
Drown out the sound, it exclaimed, I know it feels wrong to do... But you were consumed by an idea that never belonged to you ~
That's nothing new... There is nothing new in the garbage you spew; If only I had a harpoon... No need to harp on it, dude ~
I mused, 'How do you bring life to a story that's told to death?'; I don't know, it said... How long can you hold your breath? ~
You better give everything you have with no amount replaced; The notion of outer space comes from an ocean out of place ~
That's up for debate... But if you can relate that's a quick kinship; Like the Indian Ocean, what it gives it takes back in an instant ~
Weigh that against being gifted, obviously something had to give; How does one think outside the box when that box doesn't have a lid? ~
Do you mean this entire time I was sitting on a floating skiff? Holy shit! I thought I was doing some lonely skit of Moby Dick... ~
Time to face the music, this entire scene is underscored; How do I create something that's never been done before? ~
You sacrifice for an artform that you once thought was yours; Topics galore, there's no way everything under water's explored... ~
I crawled toward the wound where light was bleeding out; Something dawned on me... Don't get any bright ideas now... ~
I got that eureka smell... can interest accrue that deep? That thought has some teeth, pal... but that's if you ask me... ~
The catch being a shut trap leaves us both intact, see?

But is that FREE... ?

I Have No Idea...

The fish laughs...

Exactly.


~ Fin ~