Week 8 - Chat and Predictions

[PancakeBrah]

Originally Posted by Certain

Wesley Morris thinks Casino Royale reinforces stereotypes about slacker black janitors.

Originally Posted by PancakeBrah

Don't be so petty.

[Certain]

OK.

[PancakeBrah]

I think, as a league, we should all pat ourselves on the back for the fact that the 'Chat and Predictions' thread in the AOWL is far and away the highest replied to topic on the site every single week. NBL Week 4 has like 30 replies and it's supposed to be the revival week. Although I ignore all the drug posts, it's still conversation vested in the league. It's a credit to Mike and Certain for running this league so thoroughly and to the regulars in the topic.

Well done. Each and everyone of us.

[King Ra.]

*pats self on back*

YDK/Ra. open for votes. @Certain

[symetrik]

Originally Posted by Certain

Hi, @symetrik.

Please show.

You still can make the playoffs.

Yarp.

[Certain]

Originally Posted by King Ra.

*pats self on back*

YDK/Ra. open for votes. @Certain

I updated the thread title and will vote after I finish watching Parenthood.

[Certain]

If you've already written your verses, now's a great time to get one or two votes out of the way. These are open:

YDK vs. King Ra.
ZYG vs. ThisisDAM

[zygote]

Originally Posted by Frank

@King Ra.

http://www.netcees.co/showthread.php...ght=dead+frank

Yo, I never gave you your props.

Yo those mags were out of this world. That shit really inspired me, Bro. I just wanted to say Thanks

That was a funny week of competition. Frank did you like the imitation in that week? I remember you sent an email about it but can't remember exactly what it said.

You submitted in the previous week:

"E.M.T's rushed out of the ambulance - fearlessly helpful -
You could see adrenaline running like mascara smearingly sentimental.
The emergency bag carrying the essentials - to the scene of the accident, hair-tearingly eventful.
A flipped vehicle, spilling, gasoline like tears of the devil.
The driver behind the Kia Sorento is clearly disheveled; wearily mellow -
For having flipped over the median - getting ejected - and clearing a fence pole.
A first time father. A bad experience from the get go.
The responsibility memo sailed into his window
Sincerely, The Threshold.
His wife couldn't get pregnant; called him hysterically with Hello!?
''Estamos teniendo un muchacho del bebé!!!!''
"Oh hell no"
Who was in his home, in his lair -
'Esta muerto!'
Most of the time he wasn't there; working indispensable schedules.
Plans of becoming parents hatched like herring-deep cesspools.
Tiringly trying to swim upstream - being speared unsuccessful..
Beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beeer
Veering revengeful.
Steering suspenseful.
The rear view mirror rewinded his future;
Merely mementos.
The red moon of death looms.
Blood shot eyes in flashlights appear regretful.
The E.M.T sorts enthusiastically through gauze and sheers utensils;
Reminding you to remain calm as sirens caringly echo;
A dull glaze leeringly gentle... Looking into a sky clearly judgmental
The light at the end of the tunnel, peering at you daringly detrimental
His wife had giving birth to a conspiracy named Celestial
The hospital staff cheered; but she wondered why her husband isn't here; her Angelo.
..
The driver of the Lincoln Continental is pulled from the wreckage by his elbow
The medical team; hovers over him like angels; his halo - lumineeringly special.
Sterile scissors cut the clothes from his spirits impenetrable force field of ventricles and skeletal bones.
The barricade holds back the crowd; jeering; engrossed.
The driver of the Continental is asked by God 'What he feels in his soul;
..
He tells him;
'the driver of the Kia Sorento is in need of serious hope'

His wife is in the hospital; in tears; in console.

The baby was born 9 pounds - 3 ounces; healthy as the white-tailed deers in the grove."
...
"Angelo; we need to know if you have any sensation near your toes"
..
''So what'll it be''
God said, domineeringly so...
..
The driver of the Lincoln Continental; saw the situation - answering slow...
..
"Use my good karma as Clearance of the driver of the Kia Sorento...."
..
The phone rang in cresendo: his wife answered: expecting good news;cherished aglow
Seeing the world through her rose colored glasses; she prepared a ear for his tone.
..
"Maria your husband has been in a car accident; he is irreparably whole -
It is a miracle he's even alive - But he's hanging in there..."
..
"Angelo...
..
Angelo Count your blessings... bro you're going home to see Celestial!"
..
Optimism is a person becoming paralyzed from the waist down realizing that he still has the hands to hold his embryo."

Best part was the part about the Kia Sorento. Then the next week against you I submitted:

"breathe in. release chi from the mental.
meet Petr Vilshenko, today the same as everyday he’s feeling so dreadful,
his people called him Petr the Miserable Devil, not an agreeable fellow,
he receives a briefing and memo marked Recent-Essential, Keep-Confidential.
asleep in the press room, the pressure deepens to tenfold.
it grows increasingly stressful,
his appearance disheveled, fearful and fretful.
impeccable completed credentials, trade union leader at eighteen rearing to let go.
A worker’s revolutionary who brought his people from ghettos.
His ideal of Pochvennichestvo – the release of his people from Imperialist cesspools,
His Free Territory at the feet of the Dnieper assembled,
the spirits ancestral, a dream of a place that’s peace and respect filled,
The Old Doctrine of his free manifesto – The Revolutionary idealism is central.
but this ideal developmental twisted from the heat of the metal.
his sons died during the coup – like in keeping with tempo then peaked to crescendo.
the day when Our Hero reached his potential, he also descended deep into refuge,
a mental state of meaningless deluge that clearly resembles the deepest celestial.
The New Doctrine of his free manifesto – he wrote Life is a meaningless road on an unreasonable dead world,
Ninety percent of society reduced to slavery the means justified by the end goals,
The other ten percent receives complete freedom for being successful, breaching threshold of human achievement and levels,
He wrote Laughter opposes Labor and is unnecessary for achieving your set goals.
To create his nihilistic utopia deceit was essential.
Secret police moved like demons revenge filled, torturing political dissidents with bleeding utensils.
Vilshenko orders his meetings rescheduled. begins reading the previous memo – “Leader. The proletariat claim your mistreatment's neglectful, underground groups are scheming to get you…”
Petr loosens his prehensile on pencil, it falls to the floor with a serious echo,
He can’t escape the feeling of nearing his peril.
impending feelings of dread loom. when life means nothing do you still believe it is special?
An experience of fear is embezzled, he planned to keep his mementos from usurping the seat of supreme presidential,
his sons by his side when they sacked St. Petersburg’s temple.
it all built to this moment, a predestined path with a sequence sequential,
he’s feeling resentful but will not let his leadership tremble."

That was my idea of an all in good humor joke because I think you would appreciate that kind of thing. You wrote a 120+ line submission about a presidential interview? It was very good, it should have probably won. Nobody picked it, but since so much time has passed it is safe to reveal it without causing any bias.

[Inno]

@Mike Wrecka

posted.

[Vulgar]

[Inno]

lol

[PancakeBrah]

Originally Posted by Vulgar

lol'd

Originally Posted by ZYG

That was a funny week of competition. Frank did you like the imitation in that week? I remember you sent an email about it but can't remember exactly what it said.

You submitted in the previous week:

"E.M.T's rushed out of the ambulance - fearlessly helpful -
You could see adrenaline running like mascara smearingly sentimental.
The emergency bag carrying the essentials - to the scene of the accident, hair-tearingly eventful.
A flipped vehicle, spilling, gasoline like tears of the devil.
The driver behind the Kia Sorento is clearly disheveled; wearily mellow -
For having flipped over the median - getting ejected - and clearing a fence pole.
A first time father. A bad experience from the get go.
The responsibility memo sailed into his window
Sincerely, The Threshold.
His wife couldn't get pregnant; called him hysterically with Hello!?
''Estamos teniendo un muchacho del bebé!!!!''
"Oh hell no"
Who was in his home, in his lair -
'Esta muerto!'
Most of the time he wasn't there; working indispensable schedules.
Plans of becoming parents hatched like herring-deep cesspools.
Tiringly trying to swim upstream - being speared unsuccessful..
Beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beer after beeer
Veering revengeful.
Steering suspenseful.
The rear view mirror rewinded his future;
Merely mementos.
The red moon of death looms.
Blood shot eyes in flashlights appear regretful.
The E.M.T sorts enthusiastically through gauze and sheers utensils;
Reminding you to remain calm as sirens caringly echo;
A dull glaze leeringly gentle... Looking into a sky clearly judgmental
The light at the end of the tunnel, peering at you daringly detrimental
His wife had giving birth to a conspiracy named Celestial
The hospital staff cheered; but she wondered why her husband isn't here; her Angelo.
..
The driver of the Lincoln Continental is pulled from the wreckage by his elbow
The medical team; hovers over him like angels; his halo - lumineeringly special.
Sterile scissors cut the clothes from his spirits impenetrable force field of ventricles and skeletal bones.
The barricade holds back the crowd; jeering; engrossed.
The driver of the Continental is asked by God 'What he feels in his soul;
..
He tells him;
'the driver of the Kia Sorento is in need of serious hope'

His wife is in the hospital; in tears; in console.

The baby was born 9 pounds - 3 ounces; healthy as the white-tailed deers in the grove."
...
"Angelo; we need to know if you have any sensation near your toes"
..
''So what'll it be''
God said, domineeringly so...
..
The driver of the Lincoln Continental; saw the situation - answering slow...
..
"Use my good karma as Clearance of the driver of the Kia Sorento...."
..
The phone rang in cresendo: his wife answered: expecting good news;cherished aglow
Seeing the world through her rose colored glasses; she prepared a ear for his tone.
..
"Maria your husband has been in a car accident; he is irreparably whole -
It is a miracle he's even alive - But he's hanging in there..."
..
"Angelo...
..
Angelo Count your blessings... bro you're going home to see Celestial!"
..
Optimism is a person becoming paralyzed from the waist down realizing that he still has the hands to hold his embryo."

Best part was the part about the Kia Sorento. Then the next week against you I submitted:

"breathe in. release chi from the mental.
meet Petr Vilshenko, today the same as everyday he’s feeling so dreadful,
his people called him Petr the Miserable Devil, not an agreeable fellow,
he receives a briefing and memo marked Recent-Essential, Keep-Confidential.
asleep in the press room, the pressure deepens to tenfold.
it grows increasingly stressful,
his appearance disheveled, fearful and fretful.
impeccable completed credentials, trade union leader at eighteen rearing to let go.
A worker’s revolutionary who brought his people from ghettos.
His ideal of Pochvennichestvo – the release of his people from Imperialist cesspools,
His Free Territory at the feet of the Dnieper assembled,
the spirits ancestral, a dream of a place that’s peace and respect filled,
The Old Doctrine of his free manifesto – The Revolutionary idealism is central.
but this ideal developmental twisted from the heat of the metal.
his sons died during the coup – like in keeping with tempo then peaked to crescendo.
the day when Our Hero reached his potential, he also descended deep into refuge,
a mental state of meaningless deluge that clearly resembles the deepest celestial.
The New Doctrine of his free manifesto – he wrote Life is a meaningless road on an unreasonable dead world,
Ninety percent of society reduced to slavery the means justified by the end goals,
The other ten percent receives complete freedom for being successful, breaching threshold of human achievement and levels,
He wrote Laughter opposes Labor and is unnecessary for achieving your set goals.
To create his nihilistic utopia deceit was essential.
Secret police moved like demons revenge filled, torturing political dissidents with bleeding utensils.
Vilshenko orders his meetings rescheduled. begins reading the previous memo – “Leader. The proletariat claim your mistreatment's neglectful, underground groups are scheming to get you…”
Petr loosens his prehensile on pencil, it falls to the floor with a serious echo,
He can’t escape the feeling of nearing his peril.
impending feelings of dread loom. when life means nothing do you still believe it is special?
An experience of fear is embezzled, he planned to keep his mementos from usurping the seat of supreme presidential,
his sons by his side when they sacked St. Petersburg’s temple.
it all built to this moment, a predestined path with a sequence sequential,
he’s feeling resentful but will not let his leadership tremble."

That was my idea of an all in good humor joke because I think you would appreciate that kind of thing. You wrote a 120+ line submission about a presidential interview? It was very good, it should have probably won. Nobody picked it, but since so much time has passed it is safe to reveal it without causing any bias.

[Certain]

If I ever do a video magazine, I'm going to wear a suit and tie. And a clown mask.

Fuck a hoodie.

[PancakeBrah]

Back on NC V.1 when I was at my most cut and swoll I PM'd Rawn saying I was going to do a video mag, almost every week. I never did.

I recorded one or two but never posted them. They are forever lost in the RAM in the sky.

[Rawn MD]

I do recall said PM

[Certain]

Parenthood is the best drama on TV right now.

[Mr. J]

Quantam Of Solace of said @PancakeBrah gif...




Otherwise I'm stepping into ~12~ shoes fpr my verse this week

[Split]

Originally Posted by PancakeBrah

I think, as a league, we should all pat ourselves on the back for the fact that the 'Chat and Predictions' thread in the AOWL is far and away the highest replied to topic on the site every single week. NBL Week 4 has like 30 replies and it's supposed to be the revival week. Although I ignore all the drug posts, it's still conversation vested in the league. It's a credit to Mike and Certain for running this league so thoroughly and to the regulars in the topic.

Well done. Each and everyone of us.

Since the AOWL became not the NWL

I Think it was brand disloyalty

[Certain]

@Frank, studying up?

[Rawn MD]

So wait @Mr. J is qwarterz is 12 right?