WK 6 - Aesthetic v Mike Wrecka v Plot - MW WINS

[zygote]

Memo week 6.
Greetings competitors, we arrive at a personal favorite. IMITATION WEEK, you are required to attempt an imitation or homage or mimicry or satire or otherwise of your opponent’s writing style. To assist you in your task, there will be 2 links provided with every contest. Please note, the minimum requirement is an imitation of your opponent’s writing style, you are not required to imitate the content of the relevant hyperlink provided along with your contest. You can if you want to, but ultimately that’s your decision. Find below your match-ups and specific task.

44 v 17 v 19. Aesthetic v MikeWrecka v Plot. TASK: IMITATION – (for your assistance: http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=6629 v http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=2258 v http://netcees.co/showpost.php?p=120344&postcount=6 )

Verses Due - Wednesday 23:59 PST
Voting Period Ends - Sunday 23:59 PST

Good Luck @Aesthetic @MikeWrecka @Plot

[Mike Wrecka]

check

[Aesthetic]

Not about this imitation shit.
Which one do I imitate?
Check
@Plot, that's not possible homie; I got multiple personalities.

[Plot]

I guess which ever one you want Aesthetic, seems to be the theme of this league, why don't you try and imitate yourself?

[Aesthetic]

I devote power into the sands final hour.
To begin life's journeys is like the top flight of a tower.
No windows or holes for rays of light.
Simply yourself and the echo of footsteps.
Your personal morals echo debt from petty bets.
Bar's cage in repent for no hope of regret.
Causing the towers flight to consist of a single step.
I Conject tussles, rustled togethor.
Bricks for the foundation to outlast any weather.
Evolution at it's finest, minus the false thoughts of better.
From accurate feather's into motored propellars.
Primitive agriculture to modernized superstructers.
Were no longer animals but behave as monsters.
Honor and respect died with the Al-Capone Mobsters.
Were a poem in the Shadow of leaves.
Miyamoto Musashi Styled death still breathes.
Yet it's depeleting like earth, to tritium leakage.
Were neighbors who want to see, but cant cut'a'hedge.
Nothing but beings who cant see ahead.
Instead were alive, breathing, but simply act dead.
Focus, look ahead; jog through the fog.
@Plot (copped your verse nigga) @Mike Wrecka

[Plot]

Originally Posted by Aesthetic

Not about this imitation shit.
Which one do I imitate?
Check
@Plot, that's not possible homie; I got multiple personalities.

School massacres, sadomasochists, bomb-threats,
Fuelled by demons deep in the subconscious.
Neural goblins, deep rooted problems,
Lead to the gradual development of the complex.
Obnoxious parents, shame and trauma,
Eventuate his dissociative identity disorder.
Passive smothering, absent mothering,
Gets bottled up in a jar, and labelled ‘Pain and suffering’.
Lost childhood turned him into an emotional wreck,
Now he picks personailtys, like shuffling cards in a deck.
Learnt to swallow bitter pills, familiar acrid taste,
And the smell of the shit while his nappy chafed.
Sad disgrace, shown a picture of his daddys face,
Crawls into the fetal position, wishing for his happy place.
Fragile mind smattered into fractions,
Any bright thoughts of his life charred, blackened.
Psyche shattered into thousands of fragments,
Most timid mice, whilst some are fierce dragons.
Was it the scents or the pigments you found so fascinating,
Or something even more disturbing, was that your persuasion?
Never learnt to fight the delusion, constantly aggravated,
Aesthetic, none of this is real,
Its all just figments of your imagination.

[Mike Wrecka]

Writing Sample - Aesthetic

m the rat in the alley, starving for a fight.
Im the food behind a cat, attacking a mouse.
Without me; a frame without a house.



Animal Instinct


im like a shark in the ocean whose teeth are broken,
cant get a grip, so im slowly decomposin,
or a penguin on the ice with feet completely frozen,
I keep movin forward for the weak and least imposin,
at my core a sand crab on the shore, suffering from beach erosion,
trying to keep my head above water after each explosion,
sorta like an orca underwater, I got deep emotions,
opposed to revealing my true feelings but I keep exposin,
and as I feel defeat approachin, things are bleak so I seek a fulcrum,
so i could pivot and exhibit inner peace in motion,
but im like a turtle facing hurdles, with each prupulsion,
the only thing im slowly headed for is complete destruction,
my marriage is just like a parrot, we have brief discussions,
so I try to Ram head first through my problems, but i keep concussin,
I wish I was a frog in a bog, so i could leap or something,
and get a new pad instead of dealing with this frequent shunning,
ive been called an animal, really i wish i was,
cause they do what they do really just because,
hunters had it right, what did we become farmers for?
id rather be a dirty blood thirsty carnivore,
running on instinct, then this runs through my mind as I contemplate,
it would be much more relaxing to be a plant and just cross polinate

[Mike Wrecka]

^

[Defy Gravity]

I'm a keep it real. I'm not quite sure if anyone remained true to their opponents style but i will grade the verses on the quotes above the verses and over all enjoyment


Aesthetic

I devote power into the sands final hour.
To begin life's journeys is like the top flight of a tower.


Decent but cliche


No windows or holes for rays of light.
Simply yourself and the echo of footsteps.


didn't rhyme but poetic


Your personal morals echo debt from petty bets.
Bar's cage in repent for no hope of regret.

Once again decent but nothing special



Causing the towers flight to consist of a single step.
I Conject tussles, rustled togethor.
Bricks for the foundation to outlast any weather.
Evolution at it's finest, minus the false thoughts of better.
From accurate feather's into motored propellars.

Pretty cool description detailing evolution and some nice rhymes..first two line didn't rhyme



Primitive agriculture to modernized superstructers.
Were no longer animals but behave as monsters.
Honor and respect died with the Al-Capone Mobsters.

Very true and very real. the old itialian had honor and intregrity. Are you rhyming every two lines or three?


Were a poem in the Shadow of leaves.
Miyamoto Musashi Styled death still breathes.
yet it's depeleting like earth, to tritium leakage.

Over my head


Were neighbors who want to see, but cant cut'a'hedge.
Nothing but beings who cant see ahead.
Instead were alive, breathing, but simply act dead.
Focus, look ahead; jog through the fog.


Decent drop nothing special.



Plot


School massacres, sadomasochists, bomb-threats,
Fuelled by demons deep in the subconscious.
Neural goblins, deep rooted problems,
Lead to the gradual development of the complex.

Dope wording and dope context A for effort



Obnoxious parents, shame and trauma,
Eventuate his dissociative identity disorder.
Passive smothering, absent mothering,
Gets bottled up in a jar, and labelled ‘Pain and suffering’.

Nice psyche details here and wording



Lost childhood turned him into an emotional wreck,
Now he picks personailtys, like shuffling cards in a deck.
Learnt to swallow bitter pills, familiar acrid taste,
And the smell of the shit while his nappy chafed.


The first two lines were good but you lost me in the last two



Sad disgrace, shown a picture of his daddys face,
Crawls into the fetal position, wishing for his happy place.
Fragile mind smattered into fractions,
Any bright thoughts of his life charred, blackened.

Dope visuals and vivd picturing





Psyche shattered into thousands of fragments,
Most timid mice, whilst some are fierce dragons.


Dopeness!


Was it the scents or the pigments you found so fascinating,
Or something even more disturbing, was that your persuasion?

doesnt quite rhyme but still good



Never learnt to fight the delusion, constantly aggravated,
Aesthetic, none of this is real,
Its all just figments of your imagination.


I think you nailed him having multiple personalities

dope drop!!!!



Mike Wrecka


im like a shark in the ocean whose teeth are broken,
cant get a grip, so im slowly decomposin,


Dope dope dope!


or a penguin on the ice with feet completely frozen,
I keep movin forward for the weak and least imposin,

Dope visuals, dope wording


at my core a sand crab on the shore, suffering from beach erosion,
trying to keep my head above water after each explosion,


epic wording. I'm loving this piece already



sorta like an orca underwater, I got deep emotions,
opposed to revealing my true feelings but I keep exposin,

Because they have to surface every so often just like emotions
Dope as fuck!




and as I feel defeat approachin, things are bleak so I seek a fulcrum,
so i could pivot and exhibit inner peace in motion,

you nailed this animal instincts portion. easy task for you!



but im like a turtle facing hurdles, with each prupulsion,
the only thing im slowly headed for is complete destruction,

decent. the above lines are better


my marriage is just like a parrot, we have brief discussions,
so I try to Ram head first through my problems, but i keep concussin,

And back on track. I'm impressed my friend


I wish I was a frog in a bog, so i could leap or something,
and get a new pad instead of dealing with this frequent shunning,

this ultimately was too easy for you. not mimicing the style but the animal portion. You're ripping through this like a shark with newly minted teeth


ive been called an animal, really i wish i was,
cause they do what they do really just because,

Indeed


hunters had it right, what did we become farmers for?
id rather be a dirty blood thirsty carnivore,

techincally we are...


running on instinct, then this runs through my mind as I contemplate,
it would be much more relaxing to be a plant and just cross polinate

Until some human tramples your ass hahahaha


Mike you edged out Plots dope verse with an easy display of talent and writing abilities. you took his animal piece and amplified it times time. Line for for briillance. Possibly verse of the week.


Asethetic your verse was decent but they came harder and more focus. i dont know if you came softer to mimic your opponents style but I didn't find it as engaging as Plot's verse. some dope lines but maybe an example verse would have helped the drop.



Plot this looked an easy win for you. you nailed mikes multiple personality verse. line for line dopeness. ultimately even match but his piece struck me more. Mike line for line is a monster out of the cage

Vote=Mikey

[Certain]

I'm going to apologize now for a briefer-than-usual vote. I'm a bit busy today, but I wanted to get something in, especially since this battle needs more votes. (@PancakeBrah, @Pent uP, @Pinot Grij, @Nigma, @Adonis, @zygote, @Innovator, @Objective, @Mr. J, @PiE, @The Artful Salopian.)

Aesthetic: You definitely echoed Plot's style from that one verse. But you did so in a very generic way. The content and the diction simply bored me. You entered this league on an unusual week, and I'm looking forward to seeing you write more to your own style in the future.

Plot: I enjoyed your verse, but you sort of shirked the topic by writing in your own style about one of your opponents. This might have been the best verse of the battle, but it didn't make sense within the confines of challenge. I liked the approach, and it would have worked well (and won you the battle, probably) had you then used Mike Wrecka's more straight-forward narrative style to tell this story.

Mike Wrecka: This verse was just ill and kind of hilarious. It's like you knew exactly how over the top these similes and metaphors were but just kept piling them on until they went from seeming like broken, bad poetry to sort of a mockery of it. It also helped that this flowed better than anything I've read from you. The scheme and rhymes were on a higher level than you tend to use for story telling, and that was appreciated. And the end was great, too. I liked the satire, and it made sense to do it using that Aesthetic sample as your basis.

Vote: Mike Wrecka

[Certain]

I'm going to apologize now for a briefer-than-usual vote. I'm a bit busy today, but I wanted to get something in, especially since this battle needs more votes. (@Pent uP, @PancakeBrah, @Pinot Grij, @Nigma, @Adonis, @zygote, @Innovator, @Objective, @Mr. J, @PiE, @The Artful Salopian, @Rawn M.D., etc.)

Aesthetic: You definitely echoed Plot's style from that one verse. But you did so in a very generic way. The content and the diction simply bored me. You entered this league on an unusual week, and I'm looking forward to seeing you write more to your own style in the future.

Plot: I enjoyed your verse, but you sort of shirked the topic by writing in your own style about one of your opponents. This might have been the best verse of the battle, but it didn't make sense within the confines of challenge. I liked the approach, and it would have worked well (and won you the battle, probably) had you then used Mike Wrecka's more straight-forward narrative style to tell this story.

Mike Wrecka: This verse was just ill and kind of hilarious. It's like you knew exactly how over the top these similes and metaphors were but just kept piling them on until they went from seeming like broken, bad poetry to sort of a mockery of it. It also helped that this flowed better than anything I've read from you. The scheme and rhymes were on a higher level than you tend to use for story telling, and that was appreciated. And the end was great, too. I liked the satire, and it made sense to do it using that Aesthetic sample as your basis.

Vote: Mike Wrecka

[Inno]

plot.

man did good work with aesthetics style..captured it completely. that all of over the place feeling I fet when I read his drops...the coming back from an abstract place and then coming back to a more literal place type of feell...you captured all of that..the sporadic nature to his word choice was onpoint... I mean nothing really to complain about this piece except the story felt empty a bit...I think most this week got tangled in the style copying and left the story to the back burners...still a dope verse bro.


aesthetic.

this felt like your own...I don't know if that makes sense..you took some elses style and made it fit to your writing..it seems easy how you did that..but the danger of your verse is that it feels like your style...but improved...do you understand where im coming from? the sporadic feeling is gone..the verse seems focused and carries that focus through out the entire piece..dope shit aesthetic..prolly one of the best pieces ive read from you...


mike.

duke this was solid shit...your flow is the smoothest of the entire league..you herd it here first brah..lol moving on..you chose to go with aesthetic aswell..but the difference I noticed about yours and plots verse is..you added that comical feel to your verse..as those metaphors are a bit over the top...a comedic route definitely eased the landing of each. you did great with the task and I felt like you had a good thing going...


overall..

hmmm another hard one...must be a porno.

but yo..I think plot and mike are tied here..i thought plot did and excellent job imitating aesthetics style..while mike did the same. I felt both captured different elements of the style..but in the end I think Mike showed a bit more..right down to the grammar use...I think the little things mike did one his this battle...great read from all three tho.


mike.