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  1. And this contest is officially closed!

    We thank the participants, but SoE shall withhold from acquiring any submissions, as their level is still entry-level. Mandalas are more or less foreign to the West (maybe foreign is not the word, since we've transformed them), so it's hard to get the aesthetics down; this is also the reason Poppi Chullo is the winner of this competition!

    However, they can quickly become an acquired taste, so because I hope they've sparked an interest, the 3 entries will be rewarded handsomely. Congratulations!

    (I shall post none of the submissions, but if you are interested in mandalas and the imagery MD players used in theirs, pm me! a genuine interest will be granted access)

  2. I present you a 'masterpiece', if I get a challenge, I'll come up with further examples of such 'masterpieces'

    Spoiler

     

    His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

    There's vomit on his sweater already

    a grasan’s half-eaten confetti

    He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

    To cast the spell but he keeps on forgetting

    What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud,

    The roars are incessant and it all goes south,

    He’s typing it wrong and the spell is too long

    He's chokin' how, everybody's jokin' now

    He’d do it well a second time if it was allowed

    The clock's run out, time’s up, over, blaw!

     

    Snap back to reality, oh, there goes vitality

    Oh, there goes NAME, he choked, he's so mad but he won't

    Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows

    His whole ritual’s popes, it don't matter he's dope

    He knows that but he's dead, so stagnant he knows

    When he goes in the graveyard, that's when it's

    Da da dum, da dum da da da da

     

    You better lose yourself in the magic

    The moment, you own it, you better never let it go

    You only get one cast, do not miss your chance to blow

    This opportunity comes once in a lifetime    yo                     x2

     

    His soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping

    This world is mine for the taking, make me king!

    As we move toward a new world order,

    NAME will be the one to bring disorder

    But superstardom is close to post mortem

    It only grows harder, he only grows darker

    It ain’t over ‘till it’s over! But in this Land Rover

    Lots of corpses fit and lots of flies begin to hover

    So hold your nose ‘cuz here goes the cold water

    The magic’s all gone, he’s got only fleas to barter

    He can’t gather more heat so he's now a cold product

    He nose dove and caught nada, the kill failed as art dada

    it unfolds I suppose it's just karma, but the beat goes on

    Da da dum, da dum da da da da

     

     

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