XI WK II: Mike Wrecka (0-0) vs. Adverse (0-1) (ADVERSE WINS VIA N/S)

[Frank]

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Season 11 XI


VERSES: Sunday, December, 11th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 24 Hour Ext: Mod/Opponent Discretion

VOTES: Tuesday, December, 13th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 3 Vote Requirement Enforced/Penalty

MAXIMUM: 48 Lines: 64 IF AGREED UPON!

Goodluck! Mike Wrecka Adverse

TOPIC:

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[Adverse]

Throw me the ext and I’ll drop today?

[Frank]

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[Adverse]

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See
James loved Andy more than the moon and the stars
But Andy loved James like a girl loves her dolls
Manipulating and cold, whispering his orders again
As the hair stands at attention on James’ seemingly porcelain skin
With a tingle traveling up his spine like wayward travelers
Nerves all a tangle, like his mangy beard and its straggled fur
And every time Andy left, the walls howled and the room bled
The phantom lingered at his earlobe, memories of a warm breath
Was better than any kind of dreamscape he’d been spoon-fed
By romantic subplots or bullseye! shots from a Cupid
It was genuine stuff, every single whisper was the truth
He didn’t know what the words were supposed to mean but still ate up all his food
And every time Andy would visit, donning that white coat like a vision
Those were the times this cold, small room didn’t feel like a prison
The touch of escapism, it was ecstasy, or euphoria
And even if Andy didn’t mean that way, James meant it for the both of em
The inspection of his limbs, filled his head up with screams
Hooked up to the machines, vitals displayed on the screens always careen
James had a crush and what’s a crush if you don’t lose your head in the process?
But like all facades, it had to Come to an end, it’s simply logic.

…

Andy entered James’ room, escaping the breeze in the corridor
James sat cross legged on the bed awaiting command from his overlord
Andy cracked the kind of grin a conman would wear on his lips
The one that bares terrible intentions, misguiding, mischievous
He said “the tests are all done James, you passed with excellent scores
Now it’s time for the final run” James swore he seen the outlines of devilish horns
Andy knelt at the bedside and whispered “attention”
Finally James heard the entirety of his mystery sentence

“Visceral. Napalm. Angelic.”
With such cold resolve he choked up the words
“Nefarious. Imitation. Recluse.”
James squinted at the random assortment he heard
“Definitive. Lambent. Intelligence.”
Staring at the ceiling befuddled, his heart starts to flutter
As he sees red and a rage consumes him when the last syllables uttered
He wildly swings his arm to the bedside where Andy is knelt
Squeezing his throat in his hand roughly Andy let out a yelp
In a matter of seconds he’s on his feet, black eyes stare into the scientist’s soul
He hoists his body above his head, grabs each end of his torso and PULLS
Screams bellow through the facility and the scientist is pulled into halves
Blood and entrails litter the floor as James takes a red bath
With a crazed look in his artificial eyes he rushes the reinforced steel door and breaks it
Let this be a lesson…be careful what you whisper…to sleeper agents

[Frank]

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Adverse
ADVERSE WINS VIA N/S