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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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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Make America great again.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Dec 24, 2015 0:41:47 GMT -5
Ian sat in his trailer, surrounded by a group of pals all cooking small amounts of methamphetamine. In his hand, he brandished a Desert Eagle .50 Cal, and he was cleaning the thing proudly. The smell of the drugs filled his lungs and he took in the deepest breath he could muster. It was glorious. A grin plastered itself onto the young Meth Lord's face as he stood up from his couch and holstered his deagle. Patting two of the cooks on the back, he looked over at the status of the product. "Doesn't have to be clean, just look clean, boys. Soon as we get the dough, we're out." Ian, Morty, and Bubba all laughed together, the latter two simply nodding. "Sure thing, Boss. They won't know what hit 'em." Ian pat the two on the back once again and stepped out of the trailer, beginning to load up the car for the deal.
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An abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of New York City was to be the location for the meet. Ian and his men arrived, all strapped beneath their coats, Ian himself holding a briefcase with the goods. Three cars pulled up in the opposite end of the warehouse, and a he smirked. Time to get to work. |
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Post by studlymcstaffman on Jan 19, 2016 20:32:22 GMT -5
Three black cars with heavily tinted windows slowly rolled up, doors facing Ian as they stopped. Men in tailored business suits filed out the the lead and trailing cars, lining up in front of the middle car, facing Ian and his men. Out of the front doors of the middle car stepped two more men in black business suits. From the rear door away from the group, a bald man in a business jacket, wearing black leather gloves, a striped dress shirt and red tie stepped out and made his way around to the remaining door. He opened it and stepped behind it, allowing a handsome Asian man to step out. The man adjusted his tie, nodded at the man holding the door and slowly walked forward, the bald man walking along side him, black briefcase in his right hand, as the ten other men parted to make way and then filed back in, standing at the ready. The man who was obviously in charge stopped about ten feet away before putting his two gloved hands together as he smiled warmly at Ian, his silky smooth voice ringing out in a serious, though somewhat jovial tone.
"Mr. Moody I presume?"He paused for Ian to acknowledge his question before continuing onto the real question on his mind. "I trust the items I requested are ready for exchange?" |
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Jan 27, 2016 4:44:20 GMT -5
"Fucker looks like Hitman," Ian whispered to Bubba, who chuckled, as the bald man made his appearance. As the Asian gentleman approached, he simply waited in anticipation. Counting the men he'd brought, they were about even-numbered, were it not for Hitman here. That bit made him curse - should it get dirty, he'd have to be more careful.
"That's me, Kimosabe." Ian nodded and clicked open the briefcase, revealing the drugs inside. To spice up the order, he pulled out a bag of pills - modified Haas drugs. "You got your meth, and the Super Soldier bullshit Haas cooks up, just more potent. You got my money or are you wasting my time?" |
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Post by studlymcstaffman on Feb 4, 2016 22:11:25 GMT -5
As Ian opened the suitcase, the man leaned foward and eyed the contents of the suitcase with an analytical eye. After about thirty seconds, he seemed satisfied and straightened up, holding up his left hand and making a forward gesture. At this, the two men inf the middle of the line walked forward, the one on Ian's left holding a black briefcase. They would walk up at a moderate pace and stop in front of Ian, the one holding the case holding the case horizontal, with the latches facing Ian for his inspection. The handsome gentleman would maintain his pleasant smile as he spoke to Ian. "See for yourself, it is all there."When Ian, or somebody opened the case, they would see a giant, blinding flash. At this moment, the empty handed man, eyes shielded by his shades, would make a grab for the money as the rest of the men except for the bald man and the gentleman charged forward, each engaging one of Ian's men while the one with the case, assuming he succeeded, ran back towards the bald man, handing him the case if he made it to him. The gentleman would laugh as he spoke over the commotion. "My employer feels that your operation is unwelcome competition! Tough luck! hahaha!"Stats of Henchmen:
Str: 30
Dex: 30
Con: 30
Wis: 30
Int: 30
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Feb 23, 2016 23:22:42 GMT -5
[OoC: I'd like to turn this into a PNPC unlock as well if that's alright, so 10 posts total from me.] One thing Ian wasn't expecting, as the double-crosser here, was to get double-crossed. Closing the case as Kimosabe's goods were to be shown, he had Bubba go over to inspect. Of course, that was when the flashbang went off and everything would start to go to shit. His right forearm coming over his eyes to shield from the blast, his left arm would feel a tug as the man began to tug on the drugs.
"I don't think so, motherfucker!"
As inconvenient as the situation was, the bald man's tug was shit compared to Ian's own grip, and he'd yank the drugs back over to himself. He tried to remember how tall the guy was while he was blinded and positioned his right forearm in a way that he intended to smash the man's face into it with the tug, and whether or not that worked his right knee would tuck in toward his chest before his foot slammed down onto the side of one of the guy's knees to fuck him up.
"MORTY! BUBBA! GET THE FUCKING PRODUCT! I'LL DEAL WITH KIMOSABE!"
If he'd been successful, Ian would throw the briefcase to Bubba and wrap his arms around the baldy's waist. With a strange bit of energy surging through him, he'd immediately burst forward at top speed, looking to tackle the fucker into Kimosabe. |
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Post by studlymcstaffman on Apr 3, 2016 2:30:23 GMT -5
Ooc: Sorry for the shitty wait, going to move this much quicker now. And yeah this can totally be a PNPC unlock.  IC: The henchman was powerless to resist Ian's pull on the breifcase and was pulled off balanced as Ian's toss was successful, giving Ian the chance to tackle that henchman towards his own boss, not that he would have needed it as he accelerated to full speed instantly. The bald man, who was standing right next to the man in charge stepped in front his boss, holding out his hands to stop the tackle dead in its tracks as the henchman was driven towards him. The grunt looked up at his bald ally and smiled for only a moment before he was backhanded hard across the face, knocking him out cold. “Bakanaaa!”The man would stare at Ian with interest as he cracked his knuckles. He had witnessed the practically instant accelleration the boy had exhibited and he wanted to see it again, first hand. He beckoned Ian with his hand as he took a ready stance. while Ian's men fought on against the Yakuza henchmen.
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