Drums of resurrection

The drums pound

The beat resounds

The light is found

The king is crowned

I feel that I was wrongly banned from the forum due to events that may have occurred on AIM. I was allegedly caught sending "harassing" messages of a sexual nature towards another URPG member that was looking for a battle. I'm not saying I harassed anyone, as that is completely against my nature, and I have no recollection of this event. I think I was really drunk or something. But by banning me you are cutting off the wings of the URPGs life and leaving it as a lowly Caterpie that feeds upon the soot and poo that is left upon the grounded leafs that fall. I am speaking for everyone here. We all have certain urges, but should they really be punished. We were given gifts from gods in that we have the ability to make love, to give love, to get love. We have special parts that act together as Plusle and Minun and create the ebb and flowith to which pleasure go-ith. I do not mean to harm anyone, I merely wish to make love, to give love. Is that so much of a crime? Please take the time to read this rhyme.

Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them leaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
You'll be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim".

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Take me back, I am coming home~

 

What is this I don't even.

 

Zak let's make babies together <3

 

pikachu in a highchair

 

pikachu in a highchair

 

pikachu in a highchair

 

Can I claim this story? I'll have a grade up soon​

 

I don't think you know what poetic justice is.

Also, this story is for a Magikarp, please.

 

That was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. You deserve a Porygon Z.

 

You lack the thought process of a true member of the Pokemon Ultra Role Playing Game. What we are witnessing here is the revival of our beloved Jesus of Magikarps. Take your ignorance elsewhere for you do not deserve to experience this miracle. I would like to declare September 26th an annual holiday named New Easter for the celebration of when our Pokemon Ultra Role Playing Game Lord rose from the realm of dead, banned users on this community forum known as the Bulbagarden forums...


Derp

 

I think I just cried in my underwear.

JESUS IS BACK! LOOK BUSY!

 

well color me ashamed with a strong hint of noobish.
:unworthy::unworthy::unworthy::unworthy::unworthy::unworthy::unworthy:

 

A dialogue has been created, but will such premature risings detriment the outcome?

http://bmgf.bulbagarden.net/showthread.php?t=48017&page=19

 

I think our argument over JoM just got wasted -___-

dat boy just had to make another acc.........