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StoyMilk vs -AkriD_ArtZ- (Round 1) StoyMilk wins
StoryMilk vs -AkriD-ArtZ- House rules apply. Any questions, contact me. Check ins are due Monday (March 5th) at 11.59PM EST Verses are due Friday (March 9th) at 11.59PM EST Line length; 20-60 lines 3-0 K.O or first to 5 votes Your image is from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Interpret your picture in any way you see fit! http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/...awmassacre.jpg Voting Rubix Rhyming Scheme/Flow Vocabulary Topic/Meaning Storytelling/Progression Emotion Imagery Poetic Techniques Ending |
what do you mean check in? lol @Verity .. jw
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@StoyMilk you just have to write 'check' or something so i know you've seen the thread!
@-AkriD_ArtZ- check in by 11.59pm EST on Monday(tomorrow) pleaseee!! |
check :) ha
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ch ch check!
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Almost done, are we dropping these into this thread?
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@-AkriD_ArtZ- yep you just post it in here
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I really wish i could've spend more time on this but my family problems, sorry, but i didnt want to leave my slot empty and ditch the comp without dropping anything. If i do win though, ill definately make it for next round. here you go...
Dear Diary.. "It's December 21st... 20th Anniversary since the Heaven's Shook The Earth. Them Explosive Rockets, looking like the Closest Comets as they Fell into the Dirt, putting a good Percentage of us Peasants in a Hearse. Here in Texas, its the Worst. Isolated Residence, the Inhabitants Lacking in Essentials to fill our Intestines. Nothing but a Cactus and an Infected Rabbit if you can Catch It... it's Absurd. There's nothing Useful Anymore. It's all Ravaged, Damaged, Smashed into Fragments, Blasted to Ashes, or doesn't Work. And the Education these days leaves no one to Patch It or Manufacture Shit. No Schoolin', we're all radio Active Mutants, Deserted Invertebrates suffering to live another Second in this Inadequate World." 12/21/32 ... "The days stay Dragging Along. I remain Rocking on my Patio; that Populations Lacking, Though. A decently busy area's turned into an Abandoned dusty Ally Of.. tumble weeds and Abnormal, Intangible Animals. The Creek of my Wooden Two Bit rocker Moving, became the Theme Music of this diminishing Commune Filled with empty Shoe Prints and a growing Catacomb for the Rapid Losing of Humans." 5/3/33 "I'm beginning to Wonder. The town is going Under. I find myself to be the only one left in this colossal Dungeon. Accompanied by human Fossils and a growing Rotten Pungent." 5/8/33 "Trying to Sleep. I like residing in Dreams to Escape this Place. But I'm Finding it difficult to Achieve considering these Screams that've been Crying for weeks. It also sounds like some guys cutting down trees. Time to Investigate?" 5/10/33 "I set out with my old Sawed Off loaded with a couple Shots of broken Clock Parts. I Walk Off into the Grassy Meadow where I notice a Cabin Settled. Made the Journey, Knock, Knock, Asking Hello? but got nothing. Its just a crappy Hell Hole." 5/11/33 "With the Lack of the People, the Markets Gone. At my age? Fuck hunting Animals. I've had to Snack on the Deceased, on some Cannibal Feat, These bodies are Everywhere, i figured Disease? I guess I'm lucky, being the only survivor of this Thing." 5/17/33 "I've emptied the fields of the Corpses, and searched Door by Door for Crumbs; Grub to Support my Organs and found nothing but Rotten Oranges. I'm Forced into looking for tools of War to Explore the Forest for its Assortments of animals to Score. When i gather some Kitchen Knives, and Forks i journey Towards the trees when i notice the Cabin i seen about a month Before This. The Heats beyond Warmth, the sweats dripping down my Forehead, ill call it a day and search the cabin for Resources in the Morning" 6/20/33 "Awake and Stomach rumbling, major loss of Fatness. Time to check out that Cabin..." 6/21/33 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Diary, "Been Traveling on this Dusty Gravel of Abandonment for Weeks in this Heat. Saw a sign on the dirt Street with an arrow that Leads me to this Rancid community, it Stinks. It's filled with Bones, and every house was Ransacked leaving behind nothing to Keep for my Own. I noticed a Cabin Though. Right across the Meadow, figure i'd take a peek. As i walked through the field, I Seen this obscene scenery in which it Seemed the front of this mans face was cut Clean. A little freaked, i just figured it was a starved Deceased individual some Animal eats. I keep progressing, i hear a Creek, i grew hesitant. Remain Calm i think, Arming the Bar i found on the street. (And Stepping into Scene was a monstrous Being Adorning a far from Clean, Torn Wardrobe fit for his Day Job , Though it seemed too small for his Reach, with another mans face sewn to his Cheeks. He raised up his Chainsaw and Screeched, "I'm gona rip ya Face Off!") I Blinked" Finally awake from my Sleep." 6/22/33 ... "Funny. I'm walking in this Familiar Labyrinth of Grasses when i notice and awfully familiar Cabin. Walking toward it i'm hoping for nothing more than to find a Crappy Sandwich hiding in the Cabinets when all of a sudden i notice this Man with his face that has Vanished. I trot past it, head scratching, my mind has this entire environment Captured. Then suddenly i hear some feet Tappin', Wait... |
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@StoyMilk wins via no show! Thanks for submitting, the next round should be an all-showing round so look out for when it starts! I will PM you feedback on your verse so it's not completely wasted. Thanks!
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Bump for formatting.
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