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 Topic: [Crew] JBrenn vs SmoothtungPosted: 26 February 2014 at 8:15pm |
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Crew battle between JBrenn vs Smoothtung for Tha Syndicate and
Vis Maior, respectively.
32 lines 2 week deadline First 5 (3-0 KO) No crew votes No flipping/feeding No show is instant DQ, no trip to NML Blind Drops - All verses must be PM'd to me Topic: Being raised in the wild by Hyenas Lets keep the battles clean and limit the bitchin to just the linked thread for the crew battle. Edited by Scotty32 - 27 February 2014 at 11:58am |
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Scotty32
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Speaker of Wisdom & Truth Joined: 18 October 2003 Location: North West, UK Status: Offline Points: 10491 Text Rank: Unranked Stats: 3-4-0 Form: WLLWLL |
Posted: 12 March 2014 at 8:54pm |
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JBrenn
Hyenas: Still to this day i find it hard to relate, hard to express myself best. Docs suggest relief in this typewriter as i relay my story through ink on the desk. The well mannered gentleman you will find me as today isn't how i was. My life isn't normal I fought for life daily, death always at the cusp. I was born on a farm in Africa where my parents neglected me... I wondered. My foster parents found me, bathed me and protected me... This world of which I'm a part of now was much different on that side... They called me a farrell child here are the facts the truths of that life... My first memory is of when I was just five or six running with my kin. Hunting game, for hunger was the motivation for most of our whims... We ate mostly meat though i remember bugs being in my diet too. Hunting herds on farmland tippin over garbage tins anything we could get into.. I personally was RAW SAVAGE cattle feared me i slew young... I was a MURDERING BLOOD RAGER before i became soft with a 'Smooth tongue'.* My paws though oddly shaped would pound the reddish clay with my pack... My legs different keeping up was hard at first but the others never held back... Yet i communicated as one of the pack mostly with emotion and yips... I growled snorted and barked. bit and panted showed love with licks... If you haven't guessed by now Hyenas raised me as a pup... My last memory of my foster family we were hunting running a muck... Raiding a farmers fields for live stock in tune with my kin... Light fading no food in the fields so i knock over some tins... I heard a snap and i yelped felt like my paw was broke... I tried to run as i howled but i was bit by steal jaws and rope... Everything faded to black i awoke to a light in my face robes on my waist... I growled and tore at needles in my arms with teeth, voices fueled my hate... My ears hear the tones of my pack their pleads for my return... Insides burn i squirm visions purge feels like my brain is stirred. I remember images of my whole family slaughtered by humanity... Doctors tell me my life is a story i made up in my insanity... I refuse to believe the alternative I make this life mine through fantasy... reality is what we perceive it to be i couldn't have murdered my family... could I?...... |
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Scotty32
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Speaker of Wisdom & Truth Joined: 18 October 2003 Location: North West, UK Status: Offline Points: 10491 Text Rank: Unranked Stats: 3-4-0 Form: WLLWLL |
Posted: 12 March 2014 at 8:54pm |
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Smoothtung
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