WTC: Week 2

[Black Book]

Weekly Topical Contest

The Weekly Topical Contest is a competition each week where 5-10 competitors will sign-up on a first come, first served basis. These competitors will go head to head with each other to see who can make the best topical verse on the assigned the topic. The topic will be a picture, title, or short video clip. Each competitor will take their interpretation of the topic and make a topical for it by editing their check in post by putting their bars in it. They may use 64 forum lines at most. If you go over, you're disqualified. NO EXCEPTIONS. I will impartially and fairly judge all the winners and decide who wins. The winner of each week will receive an emcee item. Once someone wins a week, they can not sign-up for another week because the winner of each week will be put into an 8 man tournament (this being after 8 weeks of WTC of course) for the first WTC Champion who will win emcee items and either a title belt for their sig OR POSSIBLY a transferable blue title like the LBT. For anyone who no-shows a week that they sign-up, they will not be allowed to sign-up for another week until two more weeks have occurred. So if you didn't show up for week two, you can't sign-up again until week five.

CURRENT WEEK: TWO

This Week's Competitors

1. @Disposition
2. @Enfinite
3. @Fayz
4. @TheRock
5. @`Q`
6. @Claw-

This Week's Topic

The Flight

The Flight

VERSES ARE DUE FRIDAY 11:59 P.M. Eastern Time for United States, so I can have all Saturday to decide the winner and get sign-ups ready for Sunday.

All competitors please make ONLY one post saying you're checking in. It'll serve a purpose later. If you have any questions, PLEASE PM me.

[Black Book]

Weekly Topical Contest

The Weekly Topical Contest is a competition each week where 5-10 competitors will sign-up on a first come, first served basis. These competitors will go head to head with each other to see who can make the best topical verse on the assigned the topic. The topic will be a picture, title, or short video clip. Each competitor will take their interpretation of the topic and make a topical for it by editing their check in post by putting their bars in it. They may use 64 forum lines at most. If you go over, you're disqualified. NO EXCEPTIONS. I will impartially and fairly judge all the winners and decide who wins. The winner of each week will receive an emcee item. Once someone wins a week, they can not sign-up for another week because the winner of each week will be put into an 8 man tournament (this being after 8 weeks of WTC of course) for the first WTC Champion who will win emcee items and either a title belt for their sig OR POSSIBLY a transferable blue title like the LBT. For anyone who no-shows a week that they sign-up, they will not be allowed to sign-up for another week until two more weeks have occurred. So if you didn't show up for week two, you can't sign-up again until week five.

CURRENT WEEK: TWO

This Week's Competitors

1. @Disposition
2. @Enfinite
3. @Fayz
4. @TheRock
5. @`Q`
6. @Claw-

This Week's Topic

The Flight

The Flight

VERSES ARE DUE FRIDAY 11:59 P.M. Eastern Time for United States, so I can have all Saturday to decide the winner and get sign-ups ready for Sunday.

All competitors please make ONLY one post saying you're checking in. It'll serve a purpose later. If you have any questions, PLEASE PM me.

[Dysfunctional]

Rookie pilot, it's my first day on the job
Trying to make money to take care of my mom
Working for the states doing alot of paperwork
Making minimum wage mom's sick but they make her work
Anyways doing taxes for big companies
Paper for the next three days is what I'll see
its round noon and the alarm sounds
it sounds new what the alarm now?
Every one in panick and commotion
I act drastic and and start invoking
The leadership to make them all exit before they get smoked in
Running up and down flights trying to look for refuges
Wait a second hold up you wanna know what happened you see
The plane was seen to be flying for a business trip
The plane escaped and seem to be flying right into this
Building Twin Towers you may have heard of me
911 ain't just a number you call in emergencies
Anyways now that you're caught up back to my fight survival
Checking every room looking for someone hiding
Check the 5th floor 4th floor 3rd floor and 1st
Escape out of the building I think I made it through the worst
Only a couple of people riding in hearse
Talk to the Ambulance saying a did a noble deed.
Get home get a phone call from the cops apparently one more could've been freed
I break down in tears and start weeping figured out what hurt more
My mother.
The cops told me she died on the second floor.

[Dysfunctional]

Rookie pilot, it's my first day on the job
Trying to make money to take care of my mom
Working for the states doing alot of paperwork
Making minimum wage mom's sick but they make her work
Anyways doing taxes for big companies
Paper for the next three days is what I'll see
its round noon and the alarm sounds
it sounds new what the alarm now?
Every one in panick and commotion
I act drastic and and start invoking
The leadership to make them all exit before they get smoked in
Running up and down flights trying to look for refuges
Wait a second hold up you wanna know what happened you see
The plane was seen to be flying for a business trip
The plane escaped and seem to be flying right into this
Building Twin Towers you may have heard of me
911 ain't just a number you call in emergencies
Anyways now that you're caught up back to my fight survival
Checking every room looking for someone hiding
Check the 5th floor 4th floor 3rd floor and 1st
Escape out of the building I think I made it through the worst
Only a couple of people riding in hearse
Talk to the Ambulance saying a did a noble deed.
Get home get a phone call from the cops apparently one more could've been freed
I break down in tears and start weeping figured out what hurt more
My mother.
The cops told me she died on the second floor.

[Barack Obamaa]

Waking up to smoke was normal, off in the kitchen momma was cooking awesome grits
fog is seriously hogging up all the room in our apartment.
This time, wasn't no ordinary smoke, so many calls came in
While i was getting ready for school, I tripped over nauseousness.
Every time i hit a cough, my fist tends to ball again
I been absent for 60 days, and NOW i have to call in sick.
Walk down stairs, mommas spazzing handing me my Asthma package
And a sandwich, "Baby don't worry, it's only fog again".
But guess who happens to be intellectual when a message's
telling me to pack my bags and hit the road jack, don't get Skeptic.
Step outside to catch a breath man the house was just a teaser
Hit the floor to recognize a pair of firefighter sneakers.(boots)
Hit my inhaler once.............. Hit my inhaler twice....
A pair of knives to cut the trees i tripped over, a glare of eyes
stared me down it scared me right all i notice is parasites.
Embarrassed like, my next door crush is looking at me swear and fight.
*BOOM* drama stops my momma pops me softly
probably cause she was interrupted by the sounds of lightening gothys.
That's what we called the Gothic people rocking black likes it's a topic
or a top trend throwing thunder as a reply from what god sent.
These bricks fell out the sky and almost hit us, what a close encounter
I'm nervous plus I'm still coughing and choking we approach the towers.
But i was wondering where we was going through all these broken showers
Tranna focus on momma's conversation and the stones get louder!
13 year olds have no business going through all this stress and shit
My elegance consist on me being addicted to wrestling..
That rock falling slicing my wrist precisely saying other wise
I'm crying so fucking loud then turned my tention to the lovely skies
Dry my tears "hey mom! there is another one, and it flies!"
A kids mind doesn't belong in situations like this, this is why.
Ditching moms following this fucking plane, cause i missed the first
one she's bitching while i'm still dipping off tranna sick the guy.
I got closer to it, everyone is screaming GET BACK!
I shouted violent slurs, a pilot came crashing down in front of me.
As a kid, i wasn't scared at all, shit was more of something sweet
another thump below felt like something rare had just bumped the street.
It's fucking neat, i'm running as my moms try to come get me..
Turned around to see a huge rock coming at me.......................
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As I'm dying, my vision blurs, and all i see is a bunch of guns and shit.
So if your reading this, death is the cause of a punishment.

[Barack Obamaa]

Waking up to smoke was normal, off in the kitchen momma was cooking awesome grits
fog is seriously hogging up all the room in our apartment.
This time, wasn't no ordinary smoke, so many calls came in
While i was getting ready for school, I tripped over nauseousness.
Every time i hit a cough, my fist tends to ball again
I been absent for 60 days, and NOW i have to call in sick.
Walk down stairs, mommas spazzing handing me my Asthma package
And a sandwich, "Baby don't worry, it's only fog again".
But guess who happens to be intellectual when a message's
telling me to pack my bags and hit the road jack, don't get Skeptic.
Step outside to catch a breath man the house was just a teaser
Hit the floor to recognize a pair of firefighter sneakers.(boots)
Hit my inhaler once.............. Hit my inhaler twice....
A pair of knives to cut the trees i tripped over, a glare of eyes
stared me down it scared me right all i notice is parasites.
Embarrassed like, my next door crush is looking at me swear and fight.
*BOOM* drama stops my momma pops me softly
probably cause she was interrupted by the sounds of lightening gothys.
That's what we called the Gothic people rocking black likes it's a topic
or a top trend throwing thunder as a reply from what god sent.
These bricks fell out the sky and almost hit us, what a close encounter
I'm nervous plus I'm still coughing and choking we approach the towers.
But i was wondering where we was going through all these broken showers
Tranna focus on momma's conversation and the stones get louder!
13 year olds have no business going through all this stress and shit
My elegance consist on me being addicted to wrestling..
That rock falling slicing my wrist precisely saying other wise
I'm crying so fucking loud then turned my tention to the lovely skies
Dry my tears "hey mom! there is another one, and it flies!"
A kids mind doesn't belong in situations like this, this is why.
Ditching moms following this fucking plane, cause i missed the first
one she's bitching while i'm still dipping off tranna sick the guy.
I got closer to it, everyone is screaming GET BACK!
I shouted violent slurs, a pilot came crashing down in front of me.
As a kid, i wasn't scared at all, shit was more of something sweet
another thump below felt like something rare had just bumped the street.
It's fucking neat, i'm running as my moms try to come get me..
Turned around to see a huge rock coming at me.......................
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As I'm dying, my vision blurs, and all i see is a bunch of guns and shit.
So if your reading this, death is the cause of a punishment.

[ORC]

Ok wrd

[ORC]

Ok wrd

The air whimpers and kicks up dust leaving Tyson's arteries kickin',
His heart tries to free itself from it's cage, he ain't bothering with it,
Thinking of his girl makes it races, he even fathered her children,
Now he paces in a cold place, in line for some lottery tickets.
It's a bad part of town where the building mug you,
Where instinct flourishes, and feelings gut you.
It was a standard night and Tyson didn't plan to fight,
But a thug grabbed a knife and started to slash and slice.
Tyson ran for life but the thug stuck him fast as light,
Then Tyson woke up to the sound of his beating heart,
Gasping twice.
He walked the halls, the walls taunted him with every step,
He looks at his kids, wishing him and they moms never met.
This dreams eat at him, they completely feast at him,
So bad he shakes when people in the street pass him.
He's had it. He just wants to grab then squeeze the magnum.
So he does just that.... the sky darkens and it's mouth widens,
A gun shot goes off and the darkness in the house brightens....

R.I.P Evan.... Still miss ya.

The air whimpers and kicks up dust leaving Tyson's arteries kickin',
His heart tries to free itself from it's cage, he ain't bothering with it,
Thinking of his girl makes it races, he even fathered her children,
Now he paces in a cold place, in line for some lottery tickets.
It's a bad part of town where the building mug you,
Where instinct flourishes, and feelings gut you.
It was a standard night and Tyson didn't plan to fight,
But a thug grabbed a knife and started to slash and slice.
Tyson ran for life but the thug stuck him fast as light,
Then Tyson woke up to the sound of his beating heart,
Gasping twice.
He walked the halls, the walls taunted him with every step,
He looks at his kids, wishing him and they moms never met.
This dreams eat at him, they completely feast at him,
So bad he shakes when people in the street pass him.
He's had it. He just wants to grab then squeeze the magnum.
So he does just that.... the sky darkens and it's mouth widens,
A gun shot goes off and the darkness in the house brightens....

R.I.P Evan.... Still miss ya.

[Óðinn]

Checking in

[Óðinn]

Checking in

[Rounin]

ill have it by today gimme a bit. week's been a bit hectic

---------- Post added at 09:34 AM ---------- Previous post was at 08:02 AM ----------

I lay Awake in the face of this blatant devastation
The city that that never sleeps, I know for sure it was awake then
But our eyes were still blurry, tears from the events we couldn't take in
Couldn't make sense of weapons made from technological innovations
'In a sense' of youth that's something I wasn't prepared to see
But it's the unbiased mind of a child that sees with perfect clarity
So my heart goes out to the families, and I keep the thoughts of the lost near to me
My head is still spinning It just doesn't seem fair to me
My childish imagination reenacts the forefronts of the terror scene
I'm trying to talk over the intercom but no one seems to be hearin me
I choke on the microphone my breath is stale but the air is clean
Trying to ward off panic as the instruments edge on unfamiliarity
I look over to my partner and his little girl is there with him
"Everything's gonna be alright, just a tiny error in the system"
Our eyes make contact, his shines with a clear decision
We both get up, stand straight, He salutes the air I dismiss 'im
I see him choke back a few tears, water decides to spare his vision
It's found a new target, a victim of despair with no one there to witness
I tell myself not to do it but the natural man is just too scared to listen
Plus it's hard to concentrate with your heart racin as it sees us near the finish
Fuck whoever said that death would only take a moment
It took a lifetime and a second plus I had time to make a poem
"We spend the first half of our lives trying to start and the rest we're trying to stop it
We take so long finding cards for the bets we're trying to pocket
But in life the house always wins, the only case where there's no fighting with logic
These were the cards you were dealt, others were affected but that's just life in the cockpit

@The Black Book

[Rounin]

ill have it by today gimme a bit. week's been a bit hectic

---------- Post added at 09:34 AM ---------- Previous post was at 08:02 AM ----------

I lay Awake in the face of this blatant devastation
The city that that never sleeps, I know for sure it was awake then
But our eyes were still blurry, tears from the events we couldn't take in
Couldn't make sense of weapons made from technological innovations
'In a sense' of youth that's something I wasn't prepared to see
But it's the unbiased mind of a child that sees with perfect clarity
So my heart goes out to the families, and I keep the thoughts of the lost near to me
My head is still spinning It just doesn't seem fair to me
My childish imagination reenacts the forefronts of the terror scene
I'm trying to talk over the intercom but no one seems to be hearin me
I choke on the microphone my breath is stale but the air is clean
Trying to ward off panic as the instruments edge on unfamiliarity
I look over to my partner and his little girl is there with him
"Everything's gonna be alright, just a tiny error in the system"
Our eyes make contact, his shines with a clear decision
We both get up, stand straight, He salutes the air I dismiss 'im
I see him choke back a few tears, water decides to spare his vision
It's found a new target, a victim of despair with no one there to witness
I tell myself not to do it but the natural man is just too scared to listen
Plus it's hard to concentrate with your heart racin as it sees us near the finish
Fuck whoever said that death would only take a moment
It took a lifetime and a second plus I had time to make a poem
"We spend the first half of our lives trying to start and the rest we're trying to stop it
We take so long finding cards for the bets we're trying to pocket
But in life the house always wins, the only case where there's no fighting with logic
These were the cards you were dealt, others were affected but that's just life in the cockpit

@The Black Book

[Black Book]

WTC: Week 2 Judging

Competitors

1. @Disposition
You're thing had a nice setup with the mom thing except it was executed poorly. Your story jumped around. How did you go from the pilot to a person searching the building for survivors? That was a big mess up in the story. Also, you could've worded some things better. It was a decent piece overall, though.

2. @Neighbor
This was a nice piece. The wording was very nice and the flow and storyline were great. But I have one pretty big problem. Where was the relation to the topic? Maybe you were saying it was a metaphorical flight of destruction? I'm not sure though. That's my only problem with this piece.

3. @Fayz
This was a pretty good piece, but I feel like you sort of meandered around the point here. You stretched out the storyline and didn't get to the point. I wasn't too big of the ending where you say the "poem" you wrote. You should've just had that like you were saying it cuz your language and shit didn't change when most people write poems differently than they talk. Realistic things are key. This was pretty good overall, though.

4. @John John-
You had great potential for this piece by the way you started and the approach you were taking. However, your wording and the way you get off topic interfered with what could have been. It was not that bad of a piece, though. You have potential.

5. @Q
You failed to post, so you are disqualified and not allowed to participate in a WTC event until Week 5.

6. @Claw-
You failed to post, so you are disqualified and not allowed to participate in a WTC event until Week 5.


WEEK 2 WINNER: @Neighbor
You easily had the best piece overall. You just didn't relate to the topic in an easily noticeable way. I'm just going to guess it was a metaphorical relation like a flight of destruction or something. Everyone that showed up in did their thing, though! And I encourage them to sign up again.

[Black Book]

WTC: Week 2 Judging

Competitors

1. @Disposition
You're thing had a nice setup with the mom thing except it was executed poorly. Your story jumped around. How did you go from the pilot to a person searching the building for survivors? That was a big mess up in the story. Also, you could've worded some things better. It was a decent piece overall, though.

2. @Neighbor
This was a nice piece. The wording was very nice and the flow and storyline were great. But I have one pretty big problem. Where was the relation to the topic? Maybe you were saying it was a metaphorical flight of destruction? I'm not sure though. That's my only problem with this piece.

3. @Fayz
This was a pretty good piece, but I feel like you sort of meandered around the point here. You stretched out the storyline and didn't get to the point. I wasn't too big of the ending where you say the "poem" you wrote. You should've just had that like you were saying it cuz your language and shit didn't change when most people write poems differently than they talk. Realistic things are key. This was pretty good overall, though.

4. @John John-
You had great potential for this piece by the way you started and the approach you were taking. However, your wording and the way you get off topic interfered with what could have been. It was not that bad of a piece, though. You have potential.

5. @Q
You failed to post, so you are disqualified and not allowed to participate in a WTC event until Week 5.

6. @Claw-
You failed to post, so you are disqualified and not allowed to participate in a WTC event until Week 5.


WEEK 2 WINNER: @Neighbor
You easily had the best piece overall. You just didn't relate to the topic in an easily noticeable way. I'm just going to guess it was a metaphorical relation like a flight of destruction or something. Everyone that showed up in did their thing, though! And I encourage them to sign up again.

@Neighbour, ACs taking this.

@Neighbour, ACs taking this.

[Rounin]

DAMMMMIIT!!!! Third Times the charm. I'm doing this shit.
@The Black Book. I totally get what you mean by that poem thing. I told myself to tke it out but I was too lazy to restructure shit. The reason why I took so long to get on topic was cuz everyone else was talking about themselves in the 1st person and making a life for character while I wanted to play a slightly different angle. Who would you say came in second

[Rounin]

DAMMMMIIT!!!! Third Times the charm. I'm doing this shit.
@The Black Book. I totally get what you mean by that poem thing. I told myself to tke it out but I was too lazy to restructure shit. The reason why I took so long to get on topic was cuz everyone else was talking about themselves in the 1st person and making a life for character while I wanted to play a slightly different angle. Who would you say came in second