WE’RE BACK! The Anonymous Topical Tournament is back and I’m sure everyone’s excited about the prospect of taking home the title. Dono managed to walk away with the 2013 trophy, so it’ll be interesting to see who managed to assert their dominance and walk away with the title this year. The first week as a plethora of no shows while the second week was generally a castweep of battles. With only 5 people going through, you know this week will be the best yet.
This edition of the magazine is for Round 1 & 2.
A few extras: Thanks to WonderBred for starting this. I know he struggled to get on a little bit but he was a HUGE help. Speaking of struggling to get on, I apologize for the magazine and Round 2 delay. It’s mainly down to an extension I gave to everyone, and then 1 days technical difficulty. Hopefully it wont happen again. Another thing is that I’m involved in the anonymous tournament, or at least was in round 1. If it’s an issue if I am to win and continue, whilst running it, let me know and we’ll work something out. I’m randomizing battles using an online randomizer and random numbers assigned to each person.
Week 1
IAmFlow
While Dean and Barfight were close runners up, I think the voter of the week has to be IAmFlow. He was dropping several high quality voters, with large and well thought out explanations which would both help the writer develop, but gave a good analysis of the battle at hand.
Week 2
Lockhart
Enfinite nearly took this, but Lockhart just managed to add in that little bit more detail into his stuff. I'm also not going to pretend that part of this isn't because Enf ghosted after getting the No Show Feed verses sent to him, while Lock got at them within the hour
. Appreciate it Lock.
Week 1
Writer 9 (Obey)
Here’s a side-by-side view of 2 dudes, one’s named Vernon and the other Joe..
One was successful and crude, the other was wasn’t earning the doe..
Vernon would grab the paper from the vendor before passing the bridge,
Joe’d be wrapped in a blanket, Vernon would start laughing and cringe..
Not a piece of mind or change would be left in the bucket,
Vernon was tired of these homeless people who were infesting the slums, shit..
Day by day he’d pass by and Joe would leave him a friendly gesture,
Vernon wanted to be the one who would end these ‘’deadly’’ pesters,
Not realizing a the real problem was how society frowns upon the helpless,
When they’re the poor at heart and the homeless wouldn't stoop down around the selfish.
Vernon, a successful stock investor was at the peak of his life,
While Joe was around the trash cans mainly sneaking a bite,
Joe would jot down life experiences in his worn notebook,
He’d write about how he forgave Vernon when he got ignored, loaned looks.
Saved a few dollars in an old can from some of the generous offers,
Took a cab and brought his book, decided he’d try to meet w/ a referenced author.
The next day Vernon passed by, decided he’d go and rip Joe’s jacket,
Kicked his notebook down the side walk, shouted ‘’Go and get that, faggot!’’
The abuse went on for weeks before Joe had a chance to go back to the office,
The publisher agreed to go ahead and be backing his causes,
That year the stock market crashed and Vernon lost his wife and his money,
Had to sell the house, the cars, realized that this life wasn’t funny..
A weeks passed, Vernon grabbed the paper from the vendor before passing the bridge,
Saw Vernon on his way, but didn’t laugh nor did he cringe..
Stopped, took a breath and turned.. told Vernon he’d never forget those looks,
Handed him a 20, a pen, and gave him his own note book..
Vs
Writer 24
Fist connected with jaw, hard - CRACK - a sickening crunch
Mouth dripping with blood, stumbled by how stiffly he punched
Vision flickering once, twice, but Jay wasn't quittin to duck
This bully the same reason he didn't get any lunch
Again quickly he lunged, Jay felt the fear in his gut
Hid it as he grabbed his collar, bully lifting him up
"Can't you fight back faggot? Like that was just damn pathetic
Fuck it, I'll smash your head in until you can't forget it"
A daily routine, Jay was getting pretty sick of it
But he was only 5'6'', the other guy was big as shit
Plus punches only hurt a little bit, it was the broken pride
The way each hit ripped his very character open wide
Make him hope to die, made him silent so he won't reply
All night when he'd choke and cry, knowing that it won't be fine
The bully spit as he threw Jay to the ground, didn't make any sound
Not a whimper or whisper as gravity was taking him down
Head slammed against a hood, neck jerked, then laying in the parking lot
Bully's form hard to spot, Jay's brain can't tell if it's dark or not
Consciousness all but lost in this, pain and cloudy thinking
Everything except his mouth was loudly screaming
Now he's dreaming, or at least close to it, slow movements
Himself in a vision, how he looks after he pulls through it
Muscular, fast as a jaguar, flashes of hands are
Smooth as a dance and he's moved past all the bad parts
He knows how to fight, untouchable, technique pristine as glass
Calculating each maneuver like machines do math
But better yet, he was content, happy strong and confident
Clearly a king amongst men, laughing off the compliments
That image in his mind's eye made that dark day brighter
And set him on the path as a world class cage fighter
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Week 2
Writer 6
Mama Bear Mentality
*The film starts*
Grieving, unbelieving, a mother bear raged in the forest
Two stillborn cubs, crazed, anger flamed as it came in a torrent
Growling a dangerous chorus, warning how her pain was so horrid
Until she stumbled upon two teddies, saw they had been orphaned
This day was important, she again felt love flare in her heart
And they were different, sure, but that wouldn't tear her apart
She was there from the start and these two wouldn't scare or depart
Her pair she had lost, but these were hers to be caring and soft
Years passed, the love grew, couldn't undo the connections and bonds
Others as foes, exposed claws, were disrespectful a lot
Show up their own cubs to prove her selection was wrong
But if threatening spawn of mama bear the tensions were strong
The best that she got, the birthplace was unimportant
So blessed it brought joy, her mirth made from cubs supported
Then came the man with the gun, instead of planning to run
Mama bear was more concerned with him catching her young
She hid them, then stood tall and roared, a shot and a hit
Her loves safe and ignored, worth how long she had lived
As she bled, her head ran through the times that they shared
A place of peace and at last release still aligned with the pair
*Film Ends*
A woman stood and spoke "Thank you for watching my short
I've received lots of support, these thoughts are hard to explore
Loosely based on the life and murder scene of my mother
But focused on how tender she nurtured me and my brother
I hope to open hearts, it hurts to think of the numbers
Of orphaned children who work for dreams but just suffer
Want to express emotion, how true adoption should be
I still reminisce on times between mama and me"
Vs
Writer 14 (SuperGuy)
The Bear Is Good
Im just a bear so why you hunting me human?
that gun your using makes you look dumb confusing.
I live among mother nature this is my home you invade no
kisses are shown no love only missiles are thrown.
Every day I feel the sun an only end life for the meal iv won
you wanna take my existence steal an run just so you can
kill for fun?
Im a Grizzly bear so of course im gonna try an attack
defend myself leave you dying infact the entire impact
will be the same as you against another human with
the desire to smack. Im a simple creature my biggest
wish an my dream is to catch all the fish in the stream
you wanna cut my head off an post it up the way pictures
are seen?
Let me live my life because im letting you live yours
even tho you messing with big claws im still letting
out big raws, animals give warnings before they
strike thats why we are not even more alike im
the flower on the rose and your the boring spike.
It's not like your gonna care because your
scoring your share ill die an sore threw the air
because when you pulled that trigger you didn't
realise I was much more then a bear....