02-16-2021, 02:54 AM | #1 |
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WEEK TEN CHAMP MATCH: MASTER ROCK 5-3 vs DIABLO 5-0 DIABLO WINS VIA NS
AOWL Season IX FINAL WEEK
@Master Rock @Diablo VERSES DUE: SATURDAY FEBRUARY 20th @ 11:59PM EST Line min: 10 Max: 60 Rules:http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=145451[/b] Topic: |
02-16-2021, 06:46 AM | #2 |
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YOUR RUN ENDS HERE FAGGOT
I’M GONNA ENJOY WIPING THE FLOOR WITH YOU YOU DEAD |
02-17-2021, 12:55 PM | #3 |
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Get off my shack.
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02-17-2021, 01:49 PM | #4 |
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‘Twas a night that consumed all that studied its stare —
the white of the moon danced a dark cloud of tumbling hair. Each strand running as carefree as the woman herself and with a look that befell me firmly under her spell. The pull of her Celtic charm as I eye the enchantress leaves me utterly helpless to fight the attraction. I’m mired in the magnetism that manifests in her eyes ever-inviting Emerald isles in a sea of restless divide. A sentient smile broad on her lips as she draws me in closer calling me over eager to sink her craven claws in my shoulder. Her aura immobilises me as if to keep me entranced even a prince born into noble blood has the needs of a man. Her teeth seem to flash before me in a smouldering scowl that leaves me aghast as she suffocates the soul from my mouth. In the moment I’m powerless to change what happens when two naked matches are engulfed in flames of passion. We wake the blackest of night from its slumber with the way she c.ackles in a vibrance of colour. The cry of her thunderous caterwaul rings in my ears before the wytch disappears, just as quick as appeared... I’ve been living in fear of the consequence since that night as empty inside as the soulless body I’m left to confine. A mere shell of the smiling suitor she had infact bewitched when her shadow-casted limbs crawled my alabaster skin. I was impuissant to resist as my lonely heart deceived and with no regard she eagerly stole a part of me... The townsfolk that hark our region knew me as a man of gentry married twenty years and those of the higher social class respect me. When the hag presented herself three months gone I scolded her “Liar!” to goad the entire village to have the social pariah thrown on a pyre. No one enquired as to whether there was a semblance of truth behind her pregnancy rumour, just as I expected them too. I lead them the usual witchhunt with me igniting the spark pitchforks and lit torches masquerading as light through the dark. They tie-up her arms to the stake as she tries to protest it this time she’s defenceless as I was on the night thats in question. I’ve a wry smile as she’s sentenced to perish within our parish which rid me of a bastard child and responsibility it carries. The flickering and fanning flames spat from an open fire pit growing by the inch for every one our unborn’s lowly life would miss. I showed no sign of pity as I watched the two of them burn my muted concern remained solely on being viewed as deserved. I sent you to eternal damnation as a means of escape - but the child’s scream has replaced the winds howl I hear every day. I feel the betrayal each night as I’m watched on a daily basis when the moon’s as pale in stasis as our unborn babies face is. The raging hatred burns in every morning sun I’m blinded with a sure reminder if ever one were needed that... Life’s a witch. Last edited by Diablo; 02-21-2021 at 11:55 AM. |
02-17-2021, 07:29 PM | #5 |
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That witch a bad ass tho fa'real
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02-21-2021, 11:13 PM | #6 |
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02-22-2021, 12:08 AM | #7 |
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The strike of the bells ring while the town's crier cries repent The sun is now void as the townspeople quiver walking through the muck of a dark lament The ground has been cursed by the grasp of devilish hands But preacher's daughter flirted with the darkness and left her village damned let's talk about the way that it all began, with a weeping woman praying at the bedstand for her ill stricken man tightly she held his hand and felt his essence drift away as her tears continued to ran as a hole in her heart began its span, at the same exact moment outside you can hear the whispers of fiendish incantations as they grew in her, the blasphemy ensued she cursed the Almighty, and with that, her hatred spewed dark shadows begin to enter the room enveloping her whole she laughs as madness takes its toll a disbodied entity forces her to the ground and takes control ravages her body and wants to consume her soul nearby in the woods, the witches dance around the fire incanting this hell She attempted to tear herself free but now is enclosed in darkness' spell Through her pain, her family, and the village will now suffer from this affliction Women and children outside her residence begin wailing and contorting from her misfortunate transmission The townspeople are torn, arguing amongst each other about the woman and her religion "She the preacher's daughter, how can she be a witch?", one asks in suspicion "It can't be!!! Not one in her position." A crowd arises bearing torches chanting, " Thou shall not suffer a witch to live!" as their benediction simultaneously back inside her tormenter seeks her service promising to provide her deepest desires by inviting her to make her mark with blood The serpent hissing, "I will bring back your love." she agrees Then crowd breaks through the door and starts to flood, surrounding her they're ready to judge "Burn her at the stake!" They drag her out by her hair through the mud and tie her by her ankles and her waist but her face is a steady smug the executioner asks, "Any last requests?" With a smirk, she says, "Let me have a smoke, light this fire and prepare for everything that's about to happen next."
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02-22-2021, 02:11 AM | #8 |
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DQ’d.
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02-22-2021, 06:41 AM | #9 |
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Learn your timezones chap.
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02-22-2021, 06:58 AM | #10 |
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Mines set to EST. You were 9 mins late.
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Lars also had a verse.
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Vote: Diable Standard Lars verse is a reasonably high bar, Rock would need to have a finished verse to win this.
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