[POLL]-[HOT] Supreme & premium giveaway

[Seb1]

Hey everyone. My birthday is on the 20th October so i will do a giveaway for supreme & premium, how ironic? Also because this forum is bae

Rules:
Supreme users can't join.
Premium users can only join for supreme
Non rank users can join for both supreme and premium
You can't join for someone else.
If you have not put any work into your poem you will not be added.
Only one poem!

How to enter:
Write a small poem about mc-market. (I will require that you put some work into it or you will not be added.)
Best poem that i choose will get supreme and the second best will get premium.

Giveaway will end on the 20th of October!

Good luck! ​

 

[Resilience]

My ass is itchy
Yours is too
When I go on MCM
I have to take a poo
MCM is love
MCM is life
Please give me premium
or my cranium will explode
This took me 200 minutes to write
I like to bite
My rhymes are on point
and I like to disappoint
Happy Birthday
bb gurl

 

[Seb1]

My ass is itchy
Yours is too
When I go on MCM
I have to take a poo
MCM is love
MCM is life
Please give me premium
or my cranium will explode
This took me 200 minutes to write
I like to bite
My rhymes are on point
and I like to disappoint

Added.

 

[Resilience]

If I didn't make it clear in my poem I don't want supreme cuz its a waste of money

 

[Boy]

My amazing poem 1
I created a game
and now it is a business
Mc-Market's ruined my name
so I'm sitting here drinking Guinness



My superb amazing poem 2
What happens to a MC-Market user whose devices have been confiscated?


Does he scrape the walls of its prison

like El Chapo in his confinement chamber?

Or wither like an ant that has been trampled twice---

And yield to the agony?

Or does he sugar and crust over

like a cake doused in more sugar?


Perhaps he just catches bronchitis

and ain't got time for this.


Or does he decide to eat more pussies?

 

[Boasting]

MC-Market,
Home of the scammers
and don't forgot some nice guys.
Perfect place to get your gear and accounts.
MC-Market, MC-Market.
The one and only MC-Market,
best place to get anything!

 

[Seb1]

If I didn't make it clear in my poem I don't want supreme cuz its a waste of money

Understood.

My amazing poem 1
I created a game
and now it is a business
Mc-Market's ruined my name
so I'm sitting here drinking Guinness



My superb amazing poem 2
What happens to a MC-Market user whose devices have been confiscated?


Does he scrape the walls of its prison

like El Chapo in his confinement chamber?

Or wither like an ant that has been trampled twice---

And yield to the agony?

Does it sting like a spider bite

Or does he sugar and crust over

like a cake doused in more sugar?


Perhaps he just catches bronchitis

and ain't got time for this.


Or does he decide to eat more pussies?

Removed

MC-Market,
Home of the scammers
and don't forgot some nice guys.
Perfect place to get your gear and accounts.
MC-Market, MC-Market.
The one and only MC-Market,
best place to get anything!

Added

 

[Jake]

Oh how I beg of thee
Grant me with supremacy
For I am but an Audio Program, surviving in this harsh world
I sell OGs from time-to-time, but it's simply not enough
When I stumbled upon this forum, quite frankly; my head swirled
A thriving metropolis of shops and businesses alike, server owners, developers and a randie called Mike (@ATV/Michael/Whatever)
My financial condition is rather rough
Thus; I'm forced to write a rather mediocre poem
In order to obtain the "Supreme" rank
I'm not that great with rhyme, I think I should stick to grime rather than writing a tome
Perhaps at least that way; I can get some money in my bank
So I could afford my own, Supreme rank
That is why I beg of thee, to grant me with Supremacy.


I need a life.
And a wife.
And three kids.
And a good financial status.
And a stable job.
And now I'm just listing things I want.

 

[Seb1]

Oh how I beg of thee
Grant me with supremacy
For I am but an Audio Program, surviving in this harsh world
I sell OGs from time-to-time, but it's simply not enough
When I stumbled upon this forum, quite frankly; my head swirled
A thriving metropolis of shops and businesses alike, server owners, developers and a randie called Mike (@ATV/Michael/Whatever)
My financial condition is rather rough
Thus; I'm forced to write a rather mediocre poem
In order to obtain the "Supreme" rank
I'm not that great with rhyme, I think I should stick to grime rather than writing a tome
Perhaps at least that way; I can get some money in my bank
So I could afford my own, Supreme rank
That is why I beg of thee, to grant me with Supremacy.


I need a life.
And a wife.
And three kids.
And a good financial status.
And a stable job.
And now I'm just listing things I want.

Added

 

[Seb1]

Dear,
Mc-Market
Violets are blue roses are red when I met you, I took a poo.
You stole my heart and gave me tart,which lies close to my chart of moments I spend with you.
I spend my life eating pie and having a tear in my eye, when I think about you.
Here is my final words which I hope you purse deep within you.
"I just had a poo"

lol added

 

[Boy]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a man, MC-Market!


im good at copypasta

 

[Resilience]

You aren't even writing those poems Boy .-.

 

[Jake]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a man, MC-Market!


im good at copypasta

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175772
I agree

 

[Seb1]

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a man, MC-Market!


im good at copypasta

Removed from giveaway.

 

[Magnemite]

It all started in August 2014
When a young chap had an idea
He was like "Hey, why not make a place
where people can buy lots of things?"
So he went to xenforo and then bought a licence
And it all went ever so well
Users kept joinin and joinin and joinin
And the money kept rollin and rollin and rollin
Then one grave night he said "Enough!"
"I don't want to my whole life on screens!"
So he decided to pass MCM over to a fellow staff memeber
A young fellow named "Mick"
It happened on that night, when Mick was playing with
Josh, his pet kangaroo
He received a message and gladly accepted
He was now the owner of this place!


THE END

 

[Resilience]

Boy LOL REKT

 

[Seb1]

It all started in August 2014
When a young chap had an idea
He was like "Hey, why not make a place
where people can buy lots of things?"
So he went to xenforo and then bought a licence
And it all went ever so well
Users kept joinin and joinin and joinin
And the money kept rollin and rollin and rollin
Then one grave night he said "Enough!"
"I don't want to my whole life on screens!"
So he decided to pass MCM over to a fellow staff memeber
A young fellow named "Mick"
It happened on that night, when Mick was playing with
Josh, his pet kangaroo
He received a message and gladly accepted
He was now the owner of this place!


THE END

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My dearest MC-Market
Home of the shops and the scammers,
Please When you post on my thread please refrain from bad manners,
I once had a social-life and all was well,
But once I joined MC-Market I had to bid that farewell.
We must also note the talent we have here,
So I must request from you the highest tier.
Supreme may be expensive for the majority of us but why not,
If it's free then I sure as well will give it a shot.

- GravityAlpha

Love it! Added

 

[Magnemite]

Removed from giveaway.

What did you use to do that?

 

[Seb1]

What did you use to do that?

http://smallseotools.com/plagiarism-checker/ I use it for my homework