Like it says, pull some bars together and do some spoken word. Best entry will get 100k of some sweet sweet gold. Build your grill, get your moms a grill. Just go in. 1 week and its done, go in as hard as you feel.
I accept your invitation for this spoken word battle. Try to rattle my cage, let me get back in the saddle. You're hungry for a fight so let me show you to the pits. Just take the gate to Jhelom, let me make you my bitch.
you think yew is the hood? nah homie, yew aint shit, and you aint shit either me and my crew gonna roll through bringing the ultima online old view blastin' bitches with ort rel breakin' that resist like ho's at a hotel follow with corp por together as a crew before your face even turns blue - were slicing up your body and you know this aint diablo we'll take your whole damn head to deckard cain and show him that we bring the pain next thing you know we are heading to minoc chillin in the bar sippin on some gin and tonic we watch as a nublet crosses the road hes headed out of town - its time to roll up to the mines where we love to play we spot the fool, and he begins to pray 2 flame strikes ring out and it is over we gave him a free - pk makeover take his loot and toss it in the trash it is now time for us to crash
When it comes to dying I'm the man of the hour You may have seen my corpse in Destard Or possibly at the Mage tower. My head adorns towers, And probably villas too I've been pk'd in Ice And afk killed at Moonglow zoo I've been Corp Por'd on the run Flamestriked while afk I've made the mad dash in my UO undies Before my corpse would decay I've made a fortune and lost it to a red Enough to make one ragequit But come on guys, is it really funny To kill a guy when he's hidden afk, trying to take a shit? I just don't understand it Why must people kill me when I'm on? I've often been killed while farming I've even been pk'd by Telemon I've died by most pk's on this shard Both professional, and mediocre My corpse has been strewn on dungeon floors Ambushed while fighting arctic ogres. Occasionally I get lucky, and cast recall Before my corpse is iced. My recall trigger finger gets itchy When I see names pop up like Pork Fried Rice I've been guardwhacked often, Usually by a stupid mistake I've killed myself by macroing I've blown myself up on trapped crates. My corpse has been butchered My limbs strewn upon the ground You've found me dead in Britain, Occlo, Vesper, and MInoc and about every other UO town Some people may think they are big and bad And flail around their e-peen, But when it comes to finding corpses The corpse of Paddy O'Brien is one you've probably all seen.
Bum-rush me at spiders? Pk me in my trammel? Kal-Ort-Por target Vesper. Want my loot? Go to hell. *Drops keyboard on floor*
I was busy when I started, but allow me to complete - I'm a sucker for a chance that will allow me to compete, Out on the field, deep in Bucs, or at a spawn - I bring the heat, And I rarely miss a chance to give my haters spells to eat. I'm Britain born and bred, for many moons I've called that home, And I was a kid in the crowd when Lord British lost the throne. You'll never know just what it's like to feel so alone, To watch a king lose his crown - when Blackthorn claimed it as his own. To say that I was raised on the streets is just a flavor, Of the recipe it took to make me who I am and braver, But when the power overturned in Britain - criminal behavior, Was an everyday occurrence, no time to sign a waiver. I was only thirteen when I said my first corp por, And it opened the door, I started keepin' a scoreboard, I must consider my sins, or kick 'em down to the floorboard, And by the time I was a man I was considered a warlord. I'm a man on a mission, I've been known to have ambitions, Of the crown that was given away without permission, And as a Britain by admission I have a strong premonition, That the crown will end up in my hands - or decommissioned.
