WEEK 3 - Topical: Anesthetic(1-0) vs. GTech(1-0)

[LocoKidd]

Check In Due: Monday, February 12, 11:59 PM
Verses Due: Thursday, February 15, 11:59 PM

ANYONE CAN VOTE ON THIS BATTLE

(If your opponent checks in you must post some sort of verse for a win, if he doesn’t check in, then you win by default.)

Number of bars: Unlimited Bars
Topic: The Mark Of The Beast


Ect. Rules:
No Biting,ghost writting,or recylcing

3-0 KO, 4-1 TKO, Or First To 5 Wins.
No Hate/Dick Riding/Unexplained Votes.

crew votes are only allowed if both battlers agree on it.

Voting Rules:

1) Catogories,only with full explinations

Topical:

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2)Bar by bar breakdowns

Misc:

Title battles will be based on record, attendance, and overall skill. Dnot ask for a title shot.

You are allowed to PM me your verses

[GTech]

Wow Loco your fucking cruel...

ChecK.. Annie go ez on me dawg

[Anesthetic]

Income Tax.

[Anesthetic]

I lost my pad where my topical was, so I like, gotta do it from scratch. Wondering if I could get an extra day.

[Anesthetic]

Fuck It. From The Dome.

Silken locks danced about a transgressive breeze, his emotions flushing his facial features
One of Abaddon's teachers, a demoniac cherubim was this most heinous creature
The tainted cries of condemned souls, reverberated about the cranial walls of the entity
It's irises flared, apocalyptic notions permeated his thoughts, as he sought for suffering, from now until infinity,
Infinitely potent, was it's efficiency and omnipresent was it's continual being
Grotesque flames licked it's aperture, sending the most sanctimonious of seraphims, fleeing.
Darkness exerted it's hellish presense, as it's opaque limbs and his dermal layers began to mesh
A pop sprayed crimson vitae forth, he hunched as slick spires pushed forth in a sickening display from his flesh
Still he laughed, despite the evident agony, despite the utter disgusting nature of this birth
Gloomy extensions of himself purged the sorroundings of Semetic* origins, widening his girth
A creak, droplets splashed in all directions as spires croaked, spreading slowly as strands of flesh began to twine
His allusions to Holy Romans made neighbors to the South and North begin to whine
For fear of exhonoration, his complacent neighbors began to initiate the routine of unquestioned coordination
They fell into slumber until the Aryan chorus once more beckoned their subordination
He pounced upon the lowly souls with an unrelenting force, seeking for his home, a countenance of perfection
But ignorant to Introspection, one lesson, would've taught him to fear his own reflection
On it went, 6 years, his reign of terror consumed the land far and wide
Until the four horsemen* laid law, and by his creeds, they would no longer abide.
The day came, his tyrannical strongholds of concentration* spewed forth with life
Cramped in a room, the smell of cigar smoke taunted him, until he'd grasp the Ruger with strife.
ONe squeeze. One bullet. One explosion of gunpowder was all that was needed to fix this.
And when the Aryan finally fell from his own hand, upon his neck, could be seen the dreadful series of sixes.

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It was about Hitler, for those of you still wondering. Holy Romans was referring to his praising of the Holy Roman empire, which he wanted to bring upon the earth once more. Introspection, blah blah, Hitler was 1/4 Jewish, himself. The Four Horsemen referred to The United States, Great Britain, The Soviet Union, and France, the most integral components in the D-day liberation of Germany. His 'strands of flesh' referred to his allies in Europe (i.e. Italy, etc, etc.) A quick key, since I didn't want to leave it in the judge's hands for a no-show.

[GTech]

smh.. Annie, Annie, Annie.. I never no-show... nice shit for a key though.

My 42 bars of deliverance will take you into a entirely different world...

listen carefully...

An unprovoked and aggravated individual sitting on a bench, recollecting
A 6-year-old girl with ponytails in a sand box glances at him, as he’s neglecting
Sitting at Springdale park, wrath in his pupils, reminiscing bout’ his sibling
As the calm breeze passes his cheeks, he pictures his brother’s dead body, sickening
With an implicit theory towards life it seemed like his brother’s life was quickening
It was too short, as he was thinking with a stick on his right hand angrily scripting
On the bench, “retaliation was the only answer” aspiring bout the reprisal on the teachers
Due to their mistaken authenticity and facts, his brother was treated like a creature
His brother wasn’t a fiend, the principal never believed
That he was bullied after school, as soon as the clock depicted 3:03
His brother wanted to become a journalist, but the teacher’s restricted his dream
Students passing by the 1st floor washroom disregarding the screams
Pending the accurate moment where his brother couldn’t take it
So he unrestricted his soul to heaven entering a permanent vacation
Lloyd Young, 17 years of age, lost his 16-year-old brother, because the principal,
Rejected to believe Lloyd’s brother was a relentlessly bullied individual
As Lloyd was sitting, he remembers the exact moment of his vengeance
When he entered the school, suffering worse than an expulsion or suspension…

(Let’s Take Em’ Back)

…2 Weeks Earlier…

As Lloyd takes his several steps, to attend at B.S.S.
His hands encloses with discernible veins, but tha ones on his head, deducts to less
He may be corrupt and messed, or may be an erupt with stress
Cuz he’s within the building where his brother was reported dead
The grimace remains throughout the day, cussing at teachers through the hallways
Graffiti in stalls, you can see em’ in brawls, the decease affected him repulsively
You can see the displeasure and irritability on his features revoltingly
Without apprehension during class in classrooms on his desk the scrawls stay
His insults slay, to the educators and their threats evaporate on em’ like water vapor
Without any sentiment of apprehension, on their backs he’s spitting balls of paper
As he’s ceasing custody from the teachers, the day has finally concluded
So he heads home with a mind state of enchantment of exclusion…


Picture Day has arrived like boats disembarked
Lloyd passing the hallways where his brother was pushed like a shopping cart
He enters in the classroom, the teacher proclaims the instructions to the group
Lloyd visualizes the students and realizes he’s the only one without a suite
Each student vacates the classroom, making their way to the gym to take their photograph
Strolling through the school, they descend to the 1st floor in time…
Passing the offices the teacher leading the path
Lloyd instantly perceives the washroom of his brother’s suicide…
They nearly approach the gym, as sweat plummets along his back
And his forehead, he hastily wipes em’ aside…
With the teacher’s right hand, she compellingly pulls on the handle of the door
Takes a step into the gymnasium as her other sandal hits the floor
Within the second each student enters, and proceeding Lloyd’s turn to follow
He pursues it as well and takes a cavernous unfathomable swallow
He’s apprehensive and tense, sweat occupies 80% of his body at present
His condition contending with stress, visualizing the camera people’s profession
It’s presently his turn to take a picture, the person tells him to smile
With Lloyd’s intractable refutation disclaimer the photo had taken awhile
The individual photos had been completed, so the class had to sit and wait on the bench
The majority students had been seated, but Lloyd focused to his bag and advanced
It had been the teacher’s turn to obtain a picture, so the teacher’s got into arrangement
But before he took the picture the principal entered, leaving Lloyd with an enhanced sensation
So he got into position, and Lloyd exceedingly reached in his bag, and with a tug
He decisively grips and clutches a sub machine gun
As he approached the teachers, with a deadly instrument to embrace
Suddenly trepidation and consternation abruptly revolutionized among each face
The photo man unacquainted with the incidence, took the picture and said,
“I apologize but im gonna have to take that picture again”
Precisely after his last word, red liquid exposed from his rear and splattered
Few teachers headed for the floor so they wouldn’t interfere with the matter
The photo man dropped on his knees, then fell on his expression
As Lloyd was conveying and delivering his lesson
With his lethal weapon on his left aiming for the ground, he lifted it with both hands
Holding the trigger firm and solid while aiming at the school staff
The remains of a bloodbath, the students already scurried
Lloyd approached the principal, while he perceived his eyes full of fury
While he made eye contact, he told him to give his best to his brother who died at 16
Aiming it his temple, his finger placed on the trigger, he pulled it and heaved
As his conscious instantly ceased, Lloyd vacated the gymnasium at once
Picking up his bag leaving the bloodbath in silence, he runs
Hearing sirens at the exterior, he’s confident he’s gonna depart from this nightmare soon
So he heads to the 1st floor boy’s washroom
The SWAT enters the facilities, revolted by the massacre in the gym
They follow the bloodstains on the floor, leading Lloyd and his sins
They vigorously open the door, and determine Lloyd on the floor
With his bloody arms stretched out with tears and an iniquity grin…

Now you may ask where The Mark Of The Beast may be situated
It’s discovered on the dread and terror on the student’s faces
It’s marked in the hallways, with bloodstains on certain places
It’s invaded in the gymnasium where the teacher’s photo was taken…
Now not a soul crosses that region, not even the janitor cleaned it
As the bodies were taken away, that area is still stained today…

…2 Weeks Later…

The aggravated individual remains on the bench, with his brain tattooed with blemishes
The 6-year-old girl with ponytails in a sand box glances at him again, but he vanishes…

Lemme Break It Down (Story Summary)

Ok, so the story starts off with an angry and aggravated 17-year-old sitting on a bench in a park. A 6-year-old girl with ponytails looks at him (remember this, because it’s important later on). So he’s reminiscing about his brother. His 16-year-old brother committed suicide because he was bullied intensively. He would go to the teachers, but they would never believe him. He would go to the principal, and he wouldn’t believe him either. So the bullies would keep bullying him right until he couldn’t take it. So he killed himself. After Lloyd is reminiscing about his brother in the park, the story “rewinds” and I explain what happened 2 weeks earlier. What it explains is how Lloyd fulfilled his revenge on the teachers. So it’s picture day and Lloyd brings a gun to school. After the individual pictures are taken, the school staff group together to take their picture. So Lloyd takes his gun out of his bag and shoots the whole staff concluding a bloodbath, a massacre. Everyone including the principal (obviously) is massacred. After shooting them, he runs to the same washroom his brother died and shoots himself in the head. But he’s satisfied because he accomplished his vengeance, by killing the teachers and principal. “The Mark Of The Beast” is demonstrated by the dread and fear in each of the student’s eyes because it’s something they’ll never forget. As well, the huge bloodstain in the gymnasium, which was exact location where the staff was murdered.

Then the story takes place 2 weeks after where it’s back to the beginning, where Lloyd is sitting on the bench, reminiscing his brother’s death. Then once again a 6-year-old girl with ponytails looks at the same exact spot where Lloyd was sitting, and he’s not there, he vanishes.

Hint: hmmm, how can Lloyd be sitting in the park if this was taken place AFTER he massacred the teacher’s and killed him self?

[Anesthetic]

I meant a no-show on my part.

[GTech]

O...

UPPIN ON VOTES
(sorry for such a long drop, wanted to take advantage of the "unlimited bars" rule)

[kl!ck]

On Topic: TIe
Depth: Gtech obviously since he keyed it up we know who went more into depth with it..
Imagery: i felt GTECHS MORE
Originality: Gtech a good little style with the flash backs and shit
Flow: TIE
Multis: ITS WHATEVA
Enjoyment: GTECH
Vocab: TIE

GTECH BY A MILE.. BOTH HAD GOOOD SHIT.. BUT GTECH CAME WITH IT.. GOOD SHIT

1-0 GTECH... UPPIN..

[GTech]

Thanks for the vote

1-0 me uppin

[Evoligion]

On Topic: Tie
Depth: GTech
Imagery: GTech
Originality: Tie
Flow: Tie
Multis: Annie
Enjoyment: GTech
Vocab: Annie

Overall Vote: GTech

Overall GTech took this one most definatally. He went deeper into his plot, and it turned out very well. I like the imagery in it, and it was a very good story, I really enjoyed reading it despite the long read. But good battle guys.

[[King_Mc]]

On Topic: G
Depth: G
Imagery: G
Originality: A
Flow: G
Multis: G
Enjoyment: TIE
Vocab: A

Overall Vote: Tech.. Both Had Nice drops... But Tech Dropped Pure Fire This Time.. Keep It Up Homie.. Peace

-KO-

[GTech]

:shock: :shock: :shock:

KOd Annie... but again he keyed it...

daum im lucky, nice battle

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