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Topic: The Plane Crash - You are aboard a plane which crashes into the sea. You find refuge on a small island. Are there any other survivors? Do you manage to escape? Explain what happens

Check In By: Friday 24th March
Verses Due: Tuesday 28th March

Please Note: Line limit is 50, not 40

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check... g-luck smelly

Topic is Memory Loss. Deadline extended til Tuesday

* contagious sits down at his computer staring at the screen in front of him trying to think of his topic. An half hour passes and this is what he came up with *

I approached the keys, and stared at the screen
I wrote some frees, As I tried to compare the Themes
Careful seems to work but I can't label the topic
Floating endlessly in my mind, yet i'm not able to spot it
I've got it! No... nevermind it was just a random damn thought
Nothing seems to flow from me as my tandem of hands jot

* After 30 minutes he takes a break and then starts writing again*

I had to re-read what I just wrote, thinking.. well no it was just hope
For a second there, I reckon scared, I thought I flowed rushed dope
*I hushed* So, there has to be more to this, random Keys press together
Pressed whenever, I fell I'll remember... But maybe I guess I'll Never
Remember..* Sighs* I think it had something to do with ... Damn It
*A breif moment passes* fuck this, I can't stand it! I won't understand it
My thoughts expanded as I dug deep, pushing my memory to the core
*feeling he would spontaneously combust if his mind was pushed anymore*

*Letting out a collective gasp* How can I ever Connect the past?
I'm going insane, my "mind's Broke" so I need to "collect some cash"
Nobody respects my ass, I'm 19... or am I 30? Fuck it somewhere in between
I mean... Damn I feel like I'm stuck in one of those seemingly endless dreams
And in between reality and this surreal being.... Wait was I saying?
*confused* Oh yes, back to my name, well I don't remember the name then
Nah im just playin.... wait, was I talking about again? * pauses*
My Memory seems to Gain at times but really it's just episodes of losses
*tosses the keyboard aside* fuck it! I know I sat down for a reason!
I was going to write about why winter is my favorite season!
For some reason, that doesn't seem right. Maybe I'm outside of my being
I'm teasing... but then for some moments I feel as if I really am leaving

*baffled... it's been 4 hours*

Anyways, back to this journal, I feel as if right now.. maybe i could fight how
My brain responds to certain things,Maybe I already dropped, am I white owl?
Should I ignite vowels? * babbles some more* But when did I join a rap site?
Maybe last night? Damn't I can't even get these simple facts right
* he looks around the site* so I'm an audio head? Since when could I rap?
I'm an Unspoken Legend? I think they have the wrong guy perhaps
I hope i'm not "contagious" as I don't want to cause others any harm
but... why do I have a tatoo of a microphone on my right arm?

* searches more, only to find himself angered at having no recollection of who he is... BANG, he drops to the floor as his brain seems to have overheated. His death was diagnosed as a stroke*

Memory Loss... Maybe it's just that memories cause our energies Pause
And refrain from taking that horrible reality of truth in these flaws
At any cost, at any stake of saving his name from Fortune's death frost
The late artist formerly known as Contagious truly is another Memory Lost

Didn't think I was gonna drop huh? j/k g-luck

In Memory of our soldiers in Iraq, and all those who seen the ugly on the battlefields... this is for you!

-----

(Today marks both the end of your life, and the beginning of your life. You have been sentenced to life without parole. Why did it come to this private? What caused all this madness? Will you please take us back, and start from the beginning?)

With hard training, comes responsibility and hard duties...
All my life was an athlete, my skills had raw-beauties...
Usually, I would dream of being part of a team of talent...
Had to be number one, attention screamed extremist gallant....
Do I need this challange? As a kid I strived to be the best man...
Was a rational lad, my attitude coincided with the next man...
Always watched my steps land, never crushed toes of the public...
I would die for my country mang, I would put noone above it...
And even as a teen, I dreamed I’d be part of a regime of greats...
Looking for esteem, I would scheme themes, to redeem my fate...

(So tell them what happened while you still can?)

And as I grew up, it wasn’t enough just to ponder my life...
I had to move on with my life, and try and honor thy wife...
I learned to give as a whole, and replace all my solitude...
Because before her, I was just ONE, raised as a molecule...
So I did what was best, and I developed a soldierly status...
Even though the anti war fiends, slandered openly at us...
I still stood my ground, as one of the few and the proud...
I stayed subsist with myself, noone was slowing me down...
I was on a mission, to protect rights, an support my child...
With my wife, a drugie, I seen her through courts n trial...
I was in love, fought a struggle, although it was tough...
And when the times were rough, I rolled with the bluff...
I knew things would progress, a soldier that’s set for good...
And if I couldn’t support my family, the checks they could...

(So soldier, what were your duties?)

I was in infantry, and I seen rough times, fighting on land...
It was a gamble, you could die- - -right where you stand...
I remember hiding behind jeeps, and loading clips in the gun...
And seeing all the snipers on the roof, I would get hit if I run...
Times got hard, I was always getting blinded by dust n debris...
The gun fire never stopped, cause there was nothing to seize...
I watched as car bombs turned the road to a demolition derby...
And stayed on the attack, because I felt my expedition worthy...
Seen limbs scattered, baffled, even got covered in blood stains...
But nothing mattered, I had to duck often where the bugs lay...
On the prowl through rough conditions, rain sleet and snow...
Seen my comrades go, inflicted with pain, and lethal blows...

(So what caused this madness?)

It was about three years in, was desperately missing my kin...
And even then I heard voices, but never did I listen within...
All the killing I’ve done, and all the death that I’ve seen...
Had me stressin with my heart beating next to my spleen...
The nightmares I had, were those, too explicit of content...
Invision myself being buried, and my life living in lament....
I woke from my sleep, bullets of sweat dampened my sheets...
I had to do away with these visions, start passing my grief...
I grabbed my fourty-seven, turned my buck to a blood bath...
And watched the the gore come in lumps, with a flood path...
Now as you see me here, left alone in shackles and chains...
I know some feel pity, but please, just step back and refrain...

{Jacob Winter’s closed his eyes as they erased his memory of the horrible event. The tragic event left eleven fatalities. He is now serving a life sentence in an unknown facility with an unknown location. His memory was erased to stop him from having nightmares. He has not had any since}

On Topic - Contagious... an unexpected turn of events in his topical while WhiteOwl's piece wasn't as true to the topic, in my opinion... its Memory Loss not Memory Wipe or Erased Memory and that took away from his piece... wording is everything and when you say something like "His memory was erased to stop him from having nightmares" it shreds a whole new light on your piece and, after rereading your piece, draws you further away from the original topic...

Depth - Contagious... once again, i felt that WhiteOwl's piece, while very focused on telling a clear story, was lacking actual depth, which is something alot of writers loose when they go into writing a story-like piece... the key is to remain true to the story, while bringing it depth and layers... it didn't feel like WhiteOwl did so... Contagious, on the other hand, brought some real levels to his piece...

Imagery - Contagious... i could really imagine him sitting at his keyboard and thinking that shit over... the part where he questions his age was nice... on the other hand, White didn't really describe what happened, but instead told us what happened... very matter-of-factly... don't really enjoy that...

Originality - tied... though Contagious really went somewhere unexpected, unexpected doesn't mean original... i've read a few pieces similar and thought while he had great descriptive qualities to his piece, it wasn't original sounding to me... White's piece was the same... pretty damn nice but not too original...

Flow - WhiteOwl... Contagious' lines were longer than White's and really lacked strong flow through word choice...

Multis - Contagious... while White had some nice ones, more often that not his multies seemed forced...

Enjoyment - Contagious... i wanted to see where he was gonna take it and how it would end... White's piece had the sense of unknowning because you don't know what he's talking about until he explained it at the end... so, you kinda have to reread it with a new light and i like that... the whole "rereadable" quality of work... not necessarily subliminal messages within and therefore warranting rereading but simply casting a new light on whats already been said...

Vocab - Contagious... Contagious' vocab was solid throughout and slightly above average... White's wasn't too exciting and he didn't "take risks" when it came to word choice... thought White could've done better...

Overall - Contagious... may look like a blowout from viewing the cats but every category except Vocab and Imagery was close... White's piece didn't possess that spark that i know he's got and maybe it was the change in topic, where he said he had a great idea for the Island shit...

great battle, both of you...

will edit with vote later

thanks for the vote b.t

lmao... i noticed spits vote didn't count... lmao... funny


it's whatever... 1-0 cont

*subscribed*

I'll vote on this later today if it still needs votes by then... it's after 4am and I havent seen my pillow yet...:(

Thank you Lady

cont knows why i havent got to this, if given a chance i will tomorrow, but imma be at the hospital most of all day tomorrow and been there all day thurs

On Topic: I think Contagious took this more because his was ABOUT his memory loss,not about the memories that would be forgotten.

Depth: Contagious... There was more feeling in his verse, the frustration.. it was more than just a picture being painted.

Imagery: Whiteowl... I could see Cont's playin out, but it seems White did a better job at this, his imagery was so vivid.

Originality: I dont know... I didn't find either too original... But i cant think of a way TO make it original either, so I'll say TIE here.

Flow: Whiteowl... Cont's was a lil harder to keep up with I think maybe cuz of all the *----*'s ... for whatever reason, it messes me up.. made it harder to read... White's lines were more consistent.


Multis: Contagious. Not really much to explain, they there, or they not.


Enjoyment: Cont's was more entertaining overall.. It just kept me wondering what was gonna happen to him, whereas White's... was kinda anti-climactic (however u spell it, ya know what i mean :()


Vocab: White. Greater variety, and words that I hadnt expected to see.

Overall, I go Contagious on this one. White, your imagery and vocab stood out to me, but Contagious' was more captivating, and also more on topic.

Great battle, both of you, you've come really far in this tournament. :)

2-0 me

true... good lookin on the first official vote...

as you can tell vocab def was me :rolls eyes at bladed's shit

Stop tryin to sway votes

mang... ain't noone swaying a vote... it's 2-0 I just stated the obvious, and why I think that bladeds vote was bullshit and you know exactly why I thought it was bullshit, I shouldn't need to re-expain on the thread... If you're gonna win, you're gonna win reguardless, but you're not gonna win by votes from ppl who prolly read like 12 lines from each and made a decision.

That's my philosphy, you don't have to agree, but you do have to consider it.

Thank you, and no more freeposts

On Topic: Cont - His piece was on topic, whereas Whiteowl produced a good verse that didn't actually match the topic that well
Depth: Cont - As i said because he stayed on topic the depth that he went to was more impressive.
Imagery: Tie- liked both in different ways. Could really picture the frustration in Cont's piece and the horror of war in whites
Originality: hmmm, well Cont's was like memento in topical rap form, and whilst white's was interesting it wasn't that original either. Tie
Flow: White
Multis: Cont but only slightly
Enjoyment: Tie. Cont's verse had me interested all the way to the end because i was unsure how it would end, whereas White's verse had good imagery that led to a good, albeit predictable, end
Vocab: Cont, used the vocab more effectively

Overall: Contagious. I enjoyed both pieces but Conatgious takes it because he actually made the whole piece about the topic rather than referring to it at the end of his verse. White's was a good drop but didn't match up to the topic as well as it could have

Contagious progresses to the final, nice battle both of you