Challenge: Choose Your Adventure!
Game Genre: Sports Sim (Boxing)
Screen: Final Encounter
V SLOT: Alliteration (BONUS: both singing and double time were used)
P SLOT: Odd Time Signature (BONUS: No Snares)

VPC 7 Round 2

Floe Riden [Storyville, DJ Taiyouken] - IN THE FACE!!!

Genre: First Person Shooter
Screen: World Map
Vocalist Resource: Doubletime 
Producer Resource: No snares 

Come on, I never chose to be forced into hope's end
And know there are doors that don't close when they're opened
They're joking. The golden child? Chosen? All lies
I'm not the best with a vest, just the rest ain't alive

If survival was the plan for a draftee in hell
Why'd they slap me with a scattergun and pocket full of shells?
Dumped three hundred others into bellies hella beasts held
Now these motherfuckers wanna tell me they believe?

Well, I'm not even supposed to be here
No dotted line signed, just a life commandeered
By a rifle point, steered to what they called my career
So yeah, I'd met monsters before the "real" ones appeared
Kinda weird how it wasn't these demons I'd feared


GOING THROUGH
HELL AND TOO
NUMB NOW TO
C R Y
GOING THROUGH
MOTIONS
TOO READY TO
D I E


What is it even that's making me try to stay alive at this point? 
In time we all die but life stopped when I allegedly then became "employed"
Now that authority's destroyed but I'm suck in this horrid abyss 
Devoid of a reason to keep on but boredom I guess? Or maybe I'm simply annoyed?

Knee deep in the deadliest voids with enemies coming in infinite waves
Simpler days I'd grown to forget, won't expect a legitimate grave
Surviving for nothing but spite, or something? I might just confess I'm depraved
Enough to make it a game, till ogres and fiends are mistaking my bullets for rain

I mean, it's not like pain affects me after what the government's done
Ripped me out of my home, I never will hold my daughter and son
Beaten down till cold enough that the meat in my ribs came to frost
So we'll see if this hell hath a fury to match but a fraction of rage that I've brought
  

GOING THROUGH
HELL AND TOO
NUMB NOW TO
C R Y
GOING THROUGH
MOTIONS
TOO READY TO
D I E

ExtraDial [Damn Selene, lizardgrove] - slipgayt

FPS 
final encounter
singing 
odd time signature



Singing verse:
Raise those hands high 
Think you know what it is
Bring that brass out
If you don’t want to live
Go ahead and fight back
Father’s son after all
Be wary you don’t like that
Sound they make when they fall

Bridge:
Why don’t you pass it down the Bloodline
Try to hide it if you find appeal
It’s all relative whats inside
Prying eyes make it real
Why don’t you pass it down the line
Try to hide it if you feel
It’s relative what’s inside
Prying eyes make it real

Rapping verse:
Quick with the gunplay, slow with the tough talk, I can do this all day
Easier than fish in a barrel funneled down a hallway 
All that wit gets you nowhere with hands slower than molasses
Steel launches steel into bodies of assassins
Pull the hammer back then let the hammer drop
Selling one way tickets to go meet with Astaroth
Maybe I could change this if it weren’t for this blood
But the gauntlets been thrown and I picked that gauntlet up 


Cutscene:
MC - I thought you were better than this. But I can see I was wrong. I can see now there’s only one way. And I hate to say it, but it’s the way you taught me.


Father/Mentor turned villain - You could have been the best of us, kid. Damn shame you had to go and grow a conscience like that. No matter. I can always have another son


MC - Good for you, I can never have another father, but I can make sure it ends with me

Hook:
Well al this talk about a guiding light
But no one ever speaks of where it leads
Imagine giving up the fight
While there’s blood left to bleed

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] - BLOODLINE

Challenges accepted:
Vocals - (double time - Zolt Energy Serum)
Producer - (no snares in the beat - The Bear Hammock 29-F)

Game genre: Dating Sim
Screen: The Final Encounter

V: Oh, here we have it, the final encounter. This is a tough one, to be sure. Many have tried, all have failed so far, but maybe this is the one. 
A: It's a challenge, for sure, but we have a challenger. 
V: Oh, a true player. Let's see how it goes. 
A: Round one. Shoot your shot! 

I'm the final boss of the dating sim.  
There's no way to win, 'cause I can't take a hint. 
You're gonna fail and then you'll wanna play again 
Your loss, take it in, let the games begin.  
I've got all my defenses up, 
all tensed up and my comprehension tends to suck. 
Try to bend your luck with charms and methods of 
seduction, but we all know where you're ending up. 
Zone of friendship? What? No, twit, that's a prize. 
You're going home alone. Big fat surprise. 
Like Macaulay Culkin, without supplies. 
Always sulking, rip out your eyes  
if you don't wanna see the blank stare on my face 
as I dismiss your compliments as having terrible taste. 
I've had my fair share of dates, so I'm set, except 
I only found out in retrospect. (That's what that was?)  
  
V: Oh, you hate to see it, folks. Striking out in the first round. 
A: Well, let's see if there's any bouncing back from this. 
V: It is not looking too good right now, but it ain't over yet. 
A: Round two. Make your move! 

You know you'll be ill at ease, I don't show 
vulnerabilities. You've honed your skills, increased 
your ammo as sociable charmer, 
but cupid's arrows ricochet off my emotional armor. 
And my heart doesn't glow, so it's harder to get to. 
You try to connect, I'm just not gonna let you. 
With all the respect due, every romance Lothario 
measures on a scale from no chance to very low, 
no matter the scenario, even with careful listening, 
say you're getting hot, I'll hit the air conditioning. 
It's not your whispering nor a matter of discipline. 
I simply miss the gist of what it is you're propositioning. 
Not a single inkling. I just stare into space, 
unaware of infatuation you wear on your face. 
I've had my fair share of dates and before I left 
there wasn't one who wasn't bored to death. 

V: Ooooh! That's gotta hurt! Advances went right over the head *and* were countered with absolute tedium. 
A: This is a disaster, folks, and after so many successes. 
V: Well, there is one more round, so maybe not all is lost. 
A: Round three. Date!

I'm like talking to a brick wall, 
mindless conversations. 
A human bottle of rohypnol, 
minus connotations 
When we're walking through a strip mall, 
I'll exhaust your patience. 
What I'm saying's I'm an awful date, 
and you're gonna wanna escape from the jaws of fate 
before it all too late. They're already agape, 
frothing and starting to oscillate. 
Being my lawful mate is not so great, 
like a box of defrosted flakes. 
To get dad jokes like that for the rest of your life 
put me in a dress that is white and address me as wife. 
I've had my fair share of dates on repeat, the same 
every time 'cause no one's beat the game. 

A: Oh no, I think that's game over, folks. 
V: It sure is. The only way to move forward now is to start over from the last checkpoint at the beginning of the encounter. 
A: Press any key before the end of the countdown. 3...2...1...

.5 Quartet [Vincent E.L., Ardamus] - Beyond Reach

Know Shoes, Know Served (NoShoes Diss)

Before It’s Real

Prod by me typa stuff
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3ZtDUX2ZxVmFv4VjPjcmPp?si=e6M0zRCiQRGBkqaW9qShrg

Notra Sleep:
I wonder if I’ve lived my life wrong all this time.
Maybe I shouldve gone outside more nd taken you out.

But now ur gone and time is done and now we both grew up
I jus regret everythin everything Ive done

Im tired of walking alone
with my headphones on
its always the same ol song abt
where it all goes wrong

u were the closest thing to an angel n
I was evillllll
for datttt
I'll never recover

I'll never recover
(fuck)
from losing her

Krueldeth:
Dont even Kno if Im wastin my time
just tryna get you back to bein mine
now theres no hope and I think I should r0pe
Its better than to keep it all inside

But now ur gone and time is done and now we both grew upppp
I justtt regret everythingg everythingg Ive don

Im tired of walking alone
with my headphones on
its always the same ol song abt
where it all goes wrong

u were the closest thing to an angel n
I was evillllll
for datttt
I'll never recover

I'll never recover from losing her (ft Krueldeth)

Cover of “Geek Stink Breath”, originally written by Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, and recorded by Green Day


A fully reinterpreted and home-recorded cover of the classic Green Day song.

Performed, arranged, and produced by Matías G. Noordermeer (Roveran / Space Goblins).

A non-commercial, home-recorded tribute (no original samples used. All rights to the composition belong to their rightful owners).

Geek Stink Breath (Green Day cover)

The Midas Touch

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst Part 3

คุยเรื่องการตัดสินใจครั้งสำคัญ ระหว่างสิ่งที่ถูกต้องแต่ไม่ถูกใจนาย 
กับถูกใจนายแต่ไม่ค่อยถูกต้อง ลูกน้องอย่างเราควรเลือกข้างไหน

Boss's Eye-View EP.34 | ถูกต้อง… แต่ไม่ถูกใจ

Dans notre société, chacun a sa place, quel qu'il soit ! Mais pour aller à la rencontre de l'autre, échanger, partager avec lui, ce n'est pas toujours facile ! Surtout quand on est porteur d'un trouble, ou d'un handicap. Alors l'association "Les mains pour le dire" a créé des espaces de rencontre et de mixité. Parmi eux, "le musée Solidair", une pause culturelle dans le quotidien des aidants, des familles et des enfants porteurs de troubles ou de handicaps. Sarah Louis nous explique comment la langue des signes est un outil formidable ! 

Soutenir : https://www.humanandgo.fr/fr/projects/le-musee-solid-air 
Pour en savoir plus : https://www.lesmainspourledire.net/

Invitée : Sarah Louis, chargée de communication "les Mains pour le Dire"
Réalisation et production : Nicolas Gruszka, pour Radio Campus Bordeaux

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Notre site : www.bordeaux.radio-campus.org/

dubldragon. [Skeptik, Danny G] - BLOODLINE

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