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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.
Full Story Here.
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A Grim Mistake [Apostles]
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Apex Warriors
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 27, 2016 16:29:50 GMT -5
The plan was set, though small in scale. It actually hadn't been planned too far in advance. And no one within the coalition was even aware of what he was doing, not even Macht. The group was small, and split. Three Apex foot soldiers sat behind Knuckles in an alley way, all staring up toward their soon-to-be target, one of the guard posts at the wall.
The other two were set up a short distance away, peering through binoculars and watching carefully to relay anything important to others should something go wrong. Handing at Austin's right side was a black sack. Unknown to others the content was a salvaged Propane tank.
The three behind him held Molotov cocktails, patiently awaiting Austin's instructions. This was all just a test, to see how the Apostles would react. To hopefully get a glimpse at their tactics for the coalition to take advantage of at a later time. Unsanctioned and risky, but Knuckles couldn't just sit around waiting. He was growing impatient.
"In three, two.. ..."
In unison, the Apex patches behind him would light up the cloth before launching the fire bombs at the guard house. Knuckles immediantly flung his sack afterwards, tossing the propane tank into the air. On his left shoulder hung an AK-47, left hand already grasping the pistol grip, he pulled it up and squeezed the trigger. Gunpower ignited, the shell expanding as the bullet ripped through the air toward the propane tank.
The molotovs struck the guard post and the flames burst and grew larger as the propane tank exploded, spewing fire and metal shrapnel through and around the guard post. The explosion would be quite audible, sending shockwaves through the area surrounding the post. It wouldn't be catastrophic, but enough damage would be done to say 'Hey assholes, I'm here'. Now it was time to ser how they handled this situation, while the off-shoot group watched and studied.
"Let the game begin.."
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If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick.
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Post by "Xei" on Jan 28, 2016 6:14:50 GMT -5
Watching things go up in fire wasn't necessarily a bad thing, if he was a pyromaniac.
Disgruntled, Alexei rolled out of the bed with a small 'What the fuck', while pulling on his wrinkled, ivory shirt and running a frustrated hand through his tousled hair. Running out, he burst out of his room and charged, amidst the screaming crowds of people that were frantically rushing about. They weren't his focus--Luca, with his level-headed actions could handle them effortlessly. Alexei's agenda was simple enough--find the perpetrator, and grab him.
Unlike most, he would rush straight into a room with cameras that were monitoring the compound. Flames were licking away at a quarter of the room, but as far as he was concerned, those flames could wait. He was focused on one thing; ensuring that he could salvage the tape that involved the intruder, and beat the ever living fuck out of that asshole that interrupted his absolutely perfect dreams of living in his very own playboy mansion.
Those girls were hot.
Shaking those thoughts away, he resumed slamming tapes rapidly into the player, and narrowed his eyes after a couple of minutes. He did recognize the intruder--he read their files, and kept them in mind, despite the fact that he dismissed them when he was scanning for potential information. His furrowed eyebrows and annoyed frowns softened to a grim smile, as he realized how close the very intruder was.
Running out, he flung his hands out and a ball of dark purple mist begin spinning about frantically. They rushed towards Knuckles, as he approached the hunk of man. Alexei concealed himself as a beggar as he gave Knuckles'...well, back, a toothy grin, enhanced only by his malicious intentions and the vow that whoever ruined his dreams of-- well. He meant, whoever that ruined...the Apostles. Or hurt them. Yup.
The mist would shoot directly at Knuckles, as Alexei threw a tranquilizer at the big guy's back. His eyes darkened. The mist would display an array of images at Knuckles, distorting his vision. However, what Knuckles would see (wis check, wis below 100) would be trees and grasses, blurring before and swirling in a mass of colors before him. However, his peripheral vision would be entirely clearly, and unmoving.
As far as he was concerned, Apex will pay.
Ocular Forfeiture - T2 [STOLEN]
Alexei can channel his qi into either hand and launch this at a target at speeds equal to 1/2 his total int stat. Once contact is made, Alexei can induce illusions upon the target for the round. Wis higher than 1/2 Alexei's Int is required to see through the illusions.
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I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction. I'm right where I should be. Don't try and fix me..
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Apex Warriors
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 28, 2016 17:55:37 GMT -5
The smartest action would have been for Austin to run right after the explosion. But that gut feeling was tossed aside as his hands gripped the rifle he had just fired. The panicked screams were only slightly satisfying to this war hungry teenager. Eyes locked ahead, Knuckles watched with a grin.
Austin had seen thw raggedy old bastard amidst the chaos, but hadn't thought anything of it. He was so focused on keeping his attention on the guard posts and those affiliated with Apostle, he had made the mistake of not paying closer attention to the man.
It was then he was hit by something. This vision changing drastically, taking the form of trees and grass, swaying swirling and distorting. His eye widened, the mechanical gift as well. But it seemed too late to do anything about it.
Out of shock and the will to struggle, his finger would squeeze out of instinct, unleashing a hail of rifle fire until his ears heard the click from the empty mag.
His head was rolling, unsure of exactly what was happening. He felt him body weakening, a numbness taking over before the rifle he held slipped from his fingers and dropped to the ground with a clang.
Austin would drop to his knees, shoulders slouching as his head dropped lowered. He wanted to fight this, but will alone was not enough to overcome the effects of whatever had hit him. Gritting his teeth, he would snarl was he began to lose consciousness.
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