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| Cryptic Post-Apocalyptic; Lidie Lennox vs Santa Maria | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 28 2012, 01:51 PM (343 Views) | |
| Golgotha | Sep 28 2012, 01:51 PM Post #1 |
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I could live in a hole
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Dust drifted silently through the Austin alleyway. At one end, behind a chain link fence, a number of turban clad, Saudi raiders stood about, talking in hushed whispers whilst stroking their luscious beards. At the other end of the alley, an banged up old basketball court was inhabited by a number of pale skinned drunks sporting bottles of putrid black stout whilst wearing big green hats. Lidie pushed through them to meet the competitor already in the middle of the alley. "Yo, dawg, I represent South-side Little Ireland." Lidie yelled, holding her fingers up as one would if they were a member of the crips. The newcomer seemed un-phased. Before the two could begin their duel of words, a third man strolled down from a side-alley, his was shrouded in the dark and his face was lowered. "Mang, who you represent?" Lidie cried. |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| LMGVagabond | Sep 28 2012, 02:03 PM Post #2 |
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Crispy, Creamy, and Quite Dreamy
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Looking up, the wild ghoul spoke, his mouth in a wide smile. "Vut? I represent myself. But, I unterstand you two...'ladies' are having unt dispute." Looking at both of them, he whetted his mouth as he said.... "Now, I am not vun vell versed in ze hippity-hop, but if I unt rewarded, I vill be willing to lay down some phat beats...." When they were done, he began dishing said phat beats: Phat Beats |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 28 2012, 02:28 PM Post #3 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Maria waded through the crowd of middle-eastern gentleman like moses crossing the red-sea, or like Wyclef Jean at the concert of Fugees. The raiders patted her on the back, cheering out and doing some strange tounge based yodel as she approached the hooligan camp. She wasn't sure why she was representing a raider band, but it'd work, wouldn't it? A desert warrior stopped her before she came to the front of the crowd. "If you win, there will be bloodshed tonight." With the sort of smile on his face you'd expect off a toddler. When Maria approached though, silence dropped. Then the, confusingly un-urban ghoul began to drop beats with a thick, slimey, ghetto freshness. "Well when I first came on the scene I was queen, whispered words that really meaned, poetic and prophetic, mo' fuckas started worshiping like a new line of diabetics, motherfuckers came at me and I chopped em up and set em home with prosthetics, only thing fresher than my ryhmes was my aesthetics, but then I dropped down real quick, had lowly punk bitches like you acting sympathetic, hell I didn't even have to use my glock automatic. Used to be diplomatic with my verbs, still static from when my father died, never got dramatic, only thing I shed was blood in the attic." "But now I'm back in the game, in that Texas frame, my fame regained and a whole coup of chicken suckers slain, hell when I was gone y'all went and got tame. I didn't bother with the rename, just put the blame on a bitch and regained my aim, but what I became wasn't something to proclaim because my raps were so hot that suckers got enflamed, so put that on your new new disclaim, Maria's back and she's gone and went insane." "But don't take my word for it, Ms. Lidie, Ms I raid and I'm so pretty, Ms dress like a slut and calling me petty, Ms can't clean her ass cause she's so gritty, Ms got six different diseases stored in her kitty, Ms got more trash then a Mexican city, Ms drop a dollar for some sex again. Now sit the fuck back down and get backs to tricks with ya friend." |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Golgotha | Sep 28 2012, 02:36 PM Post #4 |
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I could live in a hole
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A wry smile crept up on Lidie's face, it was time to put this poser back into her place: "That the best you got? Frankly I'm upset, I was hoping for a challenge, but it seems I'm the best. Your verbal pollution is disillusioned, You moving you losing, you gonna have to prove it, Coz you got no style it's all, it's all bull-shit, There ain't no way through this. I'm Lidie Rider you see, this raider, this raider is me, Between you and me there ain't no parity, Your rapping is shit, an outright calamity, You're only in this for your own twisted vanity. I should sit and relax, man, My rhyme's got power and span, You just got your lyrics off the back of a garbage van. It's cool though, bro, I didn't expect a good fight, There ain't no one who can beat me, just get outta my site. Your words take bare time, honestly it's a crime, You gettin' old and you past your prime, Now it's time, to end this you know you can see it, This thing is real, it's time for Lidie to come on in and make a steal. I was brought up in the Goths, while you wandered lost, You out of tune with the wastes girl, soon it's gonna cost, Coz at the end of the day I'm bigger I'm better, Get the fuck outta here I'll never surrender." |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 28 2012, 03:30 PM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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(Damn gol, you canada dry. Now I got to move to fucking lines, god damn.) Maria rolled her eyes. It was like raiders had no poetic skittles at all. "In oh so many words what can I say? Your flow is weak, rap's meek, lyrical physique, is at it's peak, Let me demonstrate my surgical skill, Don't think it's possible for me to get my bloodthirst fill, Gonna blind you with my precision and get you reading brill, Maybe I'll put you in a coma and get you to chill, But just come to Dr. Gonzalez for your daily pill, But just don't call me a nurse or you'll be in the hearse, But let's take it up notch, shall we? I'm the CRAZIEST DAUGHTER OF A BITCH YOU EVER SEEN, YOU'LL SEE MY SLAUGHTER AND PUT YOUR ASS ON MORPHINE, GO TO THE FUNERAL AND LOITER AT THE SCENE Now watch how much I care about your Goth heritage, You're rhymes ring out like a failed marriage, You're ass so poor I seen you riding on the undercarriage, Guess that explains why your style's so vintage, And why your ass is out on the streets while I'm chillin' in the village, And I'm a fucking vagabond and that's why I'm on my pilgrimage, You got kicked out by the clan cause you ate the wrong porridge, Half the privilege and I guess that's why you lack intelligence, let me just grab the cartridge And have your life outage with the electrical voltage" |
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Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist 8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC- Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator 5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
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| Golgotha | Sep 28 2012, 03:51 PM Post #6 |
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I could live in a hole
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"Seems to me you got no lyrical prowess, so it's time to confess I'm the best, you're with the rest. There's propensity to fail and there's propensity to die, I know which one it is for you I can see it in your eye, Coz while you talk the talk there's no bite to your bark, Unlike me, bitch, I'm the motherfucking shark. The apex predator, I'm at the top of my prime, It's a slow slide down into the dirt for you, You ain't got no time to survive. And yes I come from the Goths, that much is certain, They taught me how to take down a bitch like you, Make your life go closed curtains. So in this rap battle, you've clearly been schooled, You focus on hate while I par you at will, coz I rule, This street, this city is mine, now I'll claim your arse too coz your existence is a crime. Maria you bitch, you're still a little child, Your rapping is mild, you're riled I can tell by your style. You weren't allowed into the mandem, you were left on the streets, Along with the drunks, the hookers the creeps. I hear you come from a ship too, that's gotta be shit! Like the Titanic and the iceberg you're going down like a prick. now run from this place fast, coz I'm high on your heels, If I ever see you back here, your little c*** I will steal." Lidie grinned again, she knew this was it. Now let the hood decide whose rap was legit. |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Midnight Rider | Sep 28 2012, 04:04 PM Post #7 |
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The Super Cereal
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Shit son this got real! Ultimately though its a tale of two halves. Gol you dominated the first half I loved your rhymes and flow, you didn't need any music to convey the beat. CP you came alive in the second part and thrashed Gol so this gets decided on the trash talking. Gol your attention to detail is commendable but CP owned you on the trash talking and did it without dropping the C Bomb this is a PG 13 site. Maria is the winner! Alright the terms we worked out were one item put up by each of you and a reward/punishment chosen by me for the respective winner and loser.
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![]() Gordon "Stone" Hennigan, SPECIAL: 5.6.9.3.5.10.3. Level: 6 HC Peter McCullough SPECIAL: 4, 4, 4, 10, 10, 4 , 4, Level 3 HC THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation. Lmgthev: MBP is handsome LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire. | |
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