WK1: TYSON (0-0) VS. Nigma (0-0)-TYSON NO SHOWS

Split · 02-09-2013, 11:20 PM

Verses are due Thursday 2/14 at 11:59 PST

Check-in's are not required, but if you do not check you will NOT be granted an extension.

Extensions are to be granted by the opponent before the deadline, and for 24 hours ONLY

You must vote on 3 other battles and post links. For every absent link, you will be deducted ONE vote next week.

If you no-show, you will be removed from next week and have to sign back into the league.

Topic:

Good luck!

@TYSON @Nigma

TYSON · 02-10-2013, 12:04 AM

Check check check

Nigma · 02-10-2013, 02:50 PM

Damn this shit is going down huuuuh! GL Tyson, checkers n shit

Nigma · 02-12-2013, 04:47 PM

Even wealthy souls impoverished in this God forsaken dog lair
Barks of frost portray the haunted thoughts of shame for those we've lost here
Names forgotten serve the nonsense of the Fuhrer's loss of conscience
Costs endured here in the process, see the warfare in my cross hairs
Drifting off, three blinks I'm gone, scared in a blizzard in Siberian winter
A weary kid in the midst of a deer, pierce his liver, the sheer precision
Was clearly driven by fearful gifts of appearing hidden, I lurk in eyes
I'm the worlds brightest, a perfect mind like the Earths in diapers
My work of science was the birth of sniping, certain shot in the dark
Embark on the target, far abroad to the Nazis with the heart of marksmen
Walked in dropping lots from afar, return a carcass from the hardest of targets
I saw their medals glimmer like the eyes of venison shot in the dead of winter
SS lieutenant's in my scopes direction, head was bigger, bend the trigger
I'd grown to be the most commended turning men of vigor into headless figures
Holding the Mosin-Nagant my nap is over with smashing mortars and broken granite
Snapping back to focus, my impact alone could collapse the hopes of the axis
So myself and spotting man alone as a massive foe advances, cold as caspers ghost
Leaving caskets full, assassin master German masses know my attacks meant tombs
As their last of hopes, they claim to have their own, no average soldier
Their super-sniper Major Konings: Man provoked, with tactics hoped to track my soul
So from my grassy knoll surveying land I saw a lantern, Russian camp up north
The west was hazard torn, as two tanks sat unarmed, last act of war both blast apart
Beneath the ashes, metal clashings formed a blackened horn where shadows born
Our stance is old, move to newer vantage be it sewer pipes or shattered homes
But then a blast rang forth, two more in pattern, northern camp was trapped in horror
Catalyst for swarming lanterns, three had shattered from mens grasp to stone
Soon trapped below there masters flattened, bullets passing fast, impact and holes
My eyes dart to western grounds where shrouds of moisture nearly mask the smoke
But now suspicions hammered home, three nights and days we battled on, I'll have no more
Between the tanks within a shrapnel cove, shadows black as coal there was a glassy glow
"I do not move, I am a stone" my finger twitch the trigger, then a massive jolt
The bullet travels home, the sound of cracking bone as it pass his skull
Small entrance hole but back exploding with his last of thoughts
Hours after all this happened I walked down and grabbed his scope
In my assassins tome, last chapter closed
My name is Vasha, Russia's lasting hope

02-09-2013, 11:20 PM	#1
Split . Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 8,904 Battle Record: 27-22 Rep Power: 85899395	WK1: TYSON (0-0) VS. Nigma (0-0)-TYSON NO SHOWS Verses are due Thursday 2/14 at 11:59 PST Check-in's are not required, but if you do not check you will NOT be granted an extension. Extensions are to be granted by the opponent before the deadline, and for 24 hours ONLY You must vote on 3 other battles and post links. For every absent link, you will be deducted ONE vote next week. If you no-show, you will be removed from next week and have to sign back into the league. Topic: Good luck! @TYSON @Nigma __________________ http://split8.yolasite.com

02-10-2013, 12:04 AM	#2
TYSON IN LOVE WITH A STRIPPER Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,985 Battle Record: 10-15 Rep Power: 23089119	Check check check

02-10-2013, 02:50 PM	#3
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,724 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595810	Damn this shit is going down huuuuh! GL Tyson, checkers n shit

02-12-2013, 04:47 PM	#4
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,724 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595810	Even wealthy souls impoverished in this God forsaken dog lair Barks of frost portray the haunted thoughts of shame for those we've lost here Names forgotten serve the nonsense of the Fuhrer's loss of conscience Costs endured here in the process, see the warfare in my cross hairs Drifting off, three blinks I'm gone, scared in a blizzard in Siberian winter A weary kid in the midst of a deer, pierce his liver, the sheer precision Was clearly driven by fearful gifts of appearing hidden, I lurk in eyes I'm the worlds brightest, a perfect mind like the Earths in diapers My work of science was the birth of sniping, certain shot in the dark Embark on the target, far abroad to the Nazis with the heart of marksmen Walked in dropping lots from afar, return a carcass from the hardest of targets I saw their medals glimmer like the eyes of venison shot in the dead of winter SS lieutenant's in my scopes direction, head was bigger, bend the trigger I'd grown to be the most commended turning men of vigor into headless figures Holding the Mosin-Nagant my nap is over with smashing mortars and broken granite Snapping back to focus, my impact alone could collapse the hopes of the axis So myself and spotting man alone as a massive foe advances, cold as caspers ghost Leaving caskets full, assassin master German masses know my attacks meant tombs As their last of hopes, they claim to have their own, no average soldier Their super-sniper Major Konings: Man provoked, with tactics hoped to track my soul So from my grassy knoll surveying land I saw a lantern, Russian camp up north The west was hazard torn, as two tanks sat unarmed, last act of war both blast apart Beneath the ashes, metal clashings formed a blackened horn where shadows born Our stance is old, move to newer vantage be it sewer pipes or shattered homes But then a blast rang forth, two more in pattern, northern camp was trapped in horror Catalyst for swarming lanterns, three had shattered from mens grasp to stone Soon trapped below there masters flattened, bullets passing fast, impact and holes My eyes dart to western grounds where shrouds of moisture nearly mask the smoke But now suspicions hammered home, three nights and days we battled on, I'll have no more Between the tanks within a shrapnel cove, shadows black as coal there was a glassy glow "I do not move, I am a stone" my finger twitch the trigger, then a massive jolt The bullet travels home, the sound of cracking bone as it pass his skull Small entrance hole but back exploding with his last of thoughts Hours after all this happened I walked down and grabbed his scope In my assassins tome, last chapter closed My name is Vasha, Russia's lasting hope