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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 17:46:55 GMT -5
It was lunch break at PHS#552 a time were students took part in a feast of poorly processed food and gossiping with one another. All were taking part in this ritual expect for two students, one a student by the name of Keith Jones a troubled youth who sold drugs at the campus on his down time, and the other by the name of Devoc Sevren the son of a local crime lord who was trying to expand his reach into the school.
Keith Jones stood with his back to a row of lockers as Devoc held his throat. Keith was a little late with his tribute with Devoc. You see Devoc permitted Keith to selling his product to the students in exchange Devoc would get a little kick back, but Keith was way late and Devoc was having a "discussion" with Keith on how this made him feel.
"Keith I don't like to be played with, and I would hate for Leo to hear about all of this..."
Keith immediately became tense when he heard Leo's name spoken aloud, Leo was Devocs older and more violent brother. Even though Leo and Devoc had been at the school for a short time they already had a reputation of being particular violent and well not nice.
"Devoc..I swear I'll get the money to you...I just need a little more time.."
Devoc released his grip and pulled out his cell phone and began texting, puzzled Keith looked on at Devoc.
"What are you doing?"
Devoc flashed his sliver grin and placed his phone back in his pocket.
"I just told Leo to come here.."
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Post by Macht Stärke on May 13, 2015 18:03:11 GMT -5
 | It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
A stern voice could be heard from behind the blond man, and a hulking figure that stood easily over a half foot taller than him happened to be its source. This was none other than Macht Stärke, school captain, who just happened to be patrolling the area during his lunch break. The man wore nothing but a black muscle tee, black and red gym shorts, and black and red running shoes, so his figure was shown off rather well - the man was a giant compared to the blond. "How about you remove your hand from this fine fellow and I only give you a concussion? Or you can disobey, and I'll add in a broken limb or two."words: 000 • tags: you • notes: stuff |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 18:26:46 GMT -5
Keith's face turned from immediate sorrow to joy as he saw the school captain behind
Devoc. Keith immediately ran after Devoc released his grip and as Keith made a be line back toward the nearest door.
"Great...you're going to own me more money Keith."
Devoc turned to face the red haired giant, even though he could already tell he was severally outclassed, he knew Leo was on his way to help him out. His phone buzzed and as he pulled it out of his pocket as he winced at the text from Leo.
B dar soon, chili cheez dawg day...lol toilet is getting pwnd
Devoc sighed and placed phone in his inner jacket pocket. He wore his usual flamboyant attire of a black button up shirt tucked into his black slacks accented by his purple suede jacket. He took his jacket off and folded it neatly on the ground and rolled his sleeves up. Devoc was neither a lover or a fighter, he was just a schemer. He was a visionary, a impractical project , a system of correlated things, but most of all he was about to be a martyr.
"Well...aren't you a big one..."
Devoc quickly kicked his jacket up toward the bigger boys face and followed through with a quick weak jab toward his cheek.
"You remind me of my ex!!!"
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Post by Macht Stärke on May 13, 2015 20:47:41 GMT -5
| It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
As the man removed and folded his coat, Macht simply watched, arms hanging at his side. He was rather unimpressed with the show of whatever quality it was this man was trying to assert, but for now he let him play it out. When the coat was thrown, it basically moved in slow motion, and Macht could see the guy's body shift before it even hit his face. He allowed it to do so, and he even let the punch go through. When it hit, Macht didn't even budge, the jab feeling like little more than a small child poking his face. Wordlessly, Macht's right arm ripped outward in a hook at the man's left cheek at incredibly quick speeds, the punch behind it packing a hefty hit, to say the least. The average man would be floored by an average but well-placed blow to their mandible - now account for that with Macht's insane strength. Once the hook was thrown, assuming it connected, Macht would rip the coat in half and throw it at the man's feet. "Well, there's your concussion. I'll let you pick which limb - or limbs - of yours gets broken. Sound fair?"words: 000 • tags: you • notes: stuff |
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 23:44:09 GMT -5
This was the hardest Devoc had ever been hit before, he was instantly flung to the ground like he was garbage. He rested his back to the lockers still sitting on the ground as he looked up at the red giant tore his jacket in two. Giving a half smile he brushed his hair behind his ears. This was looking pretty grim for Devoc.
"Ladies choice huh?"
He paused for a moment giving serious consideration to the fact of which limb he wanted to be broken. He took a deep breath knowing what he was about to say was going to end badly for him.
"How about my legs, that way I can still finger blast your mom later, or how about this you break all my bones that way after I'm done with your mom, you don't have to worry about what I'm going to do you next. "
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on May 22, 2015 23:10:21 GMT -5
| It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
Once Macht heard "legs" he acted, grabbing the guy by his right ankle just after the remark about finger blasting - a phrase he always found to be quite humorous. Before he could even finish his quip, Macht straightened the leg out and slammed his right palm into the inside of it with all of his strength, which should have been more than enough force to completely destroy the bone. Once the right leg was dealt with, he'd move onto the left with the exact same maneuver, only mirrored. "Ask and you shall receive, buddy," he replied with a grin before taking both ankles in hand. Macht turned to his left, lifting the man's legs over his head. Once they were essentially back-to-back, Macht would lift the guy overhead and slam him onto the tile ground in front of himself pretty roughly. The guy wanted everything broken? Macht would deliver. words: 000 • tags: you • notes: stuff |
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