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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.
Full Story Here.
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The Trickster God [Speed Event]
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Post by Henry on Jan 30, 2016 21:22:54 GMT -5
[OoC: Soft cap of six people. If you don't make the cap, pm me or notify in the cbox that you'll be joining. If we exceed six and you post without notifying me, you will be removed. Rewards will be based on participation - rounds will take no longer than twenty minutes. If you miss a round, your reward will suffer. As this is an end-of-the-month speed event, anyone is eligible to join.]
The Trickster God sat upon his handmade throne of cardboard and old car parts, the words "Get Chance and Luck" emblazoned in the sky directly above himself. The alarms of the district blaring, the apostles were converging on the location as swiftly as possible. Meanwhile, six glowing pillars formed before Henry, as he pulled his champions through void rifts to appear before himself. Each would be pulled from inconvenient times, and an armory of poorly crafted weapons would be before them for them to choose from.
//check-in. All participants have 500 stat points to distribute as they choose, and enter as Henry's champions. Choose a weapon from the armory and bonuses will he GM-assigned.
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Everytime this world changed, I destroyed what I wanted to protect without realizing it.
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The Knight of 552
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Jan 30, 2016 21:27:10 GMT -5
I pulled the flask from my lips.
"Shi-"
As the bright light pulled me, I bent over, spewing vomit from my mouth. I turned my head to the left and managed to avoid spraying myself. Unfortunately whoever was on my left would get a huge spray of vomit all over them. I looked around. An armory? This must have been some drunken illusion. Either way, I picked up gauntlets, greaves, cape, and a pair of escrima sticks before the bright light pulled me again. I managed to get the gauntlets and greaves on before I was pulled. The cape was in my hands and the escrima sticks holstered to one leg. I would once more be puking, this time shooting it at whoever was on my right. I would use the cape to wipe my mouth afterwards.
"God damn..."
[[OoC: 100 to all stats]]
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Post by Hailey Morei on Jan 30, 2016 21:28:00 GMT -5
Hailey would be pulled through some kind of rift, having been caught in the middle of both brushing her teeth and pouring a bowl of cereal for some odd reason. Hence, she appeared with a tooth paste-covered tooth brush in her mouth, and her corn flakes pouring into nothing. Her eyes widened as she saw the Apostles suddenly charging from ahead of her, and her cereal falling to the floor tragically.
"..."
She saw the weapon cache... if you could call it that, and rushed over to grab the closest items to tomahawks possible. If she was gonna be caught in pajamas and without breakfast, she wanted to at least feel right at home.
(OOC: Stats 100 all across)
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 30, 2016 21:31:37 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | How inconvenient. As Aldritch was changing clothes, he would, yet again, be teleported to a different place with only his pants on. He'd stare at the man before him, totally clueless of what's happening, though one thing's for sure, he was still in the district.
"FUCK! NOT AGAIN!"
Seeing the weapon stash, he'd grab two exaggeratedly big mighty fuckin hammers made of various scraps.
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MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Yin Oguri on Jan 30, 2016 21:34:09 GMT -5
Yin had been working this chick all night. And after the bombs fell and the world was torn asunder... Women were a precious commodity. Right when it was time to increase the human race and take his prize as a breeder he was pulled through a rift...
"Sonova."
Yin looked around and spotted an odd pistol... Odd because it didn't have sights... Or a trigger. It also didn't appear to have anywhere to put ammunition.
"The fuck?"
Str: 40 Dex: 85 Con: 115 Wis: 110 Int: 150
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 30, 2016 21:37:53 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
she will punch you in the face.
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| Stats: Strength: 10 Dexterity: 20 Constituition 30 Wisdom: 130 Intelligence: 320
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| Flinching slightly, Ira narrowed her eyes, annoyed by the dilemma she found herself in. One of her hand held a chicken drumstick, and her other hand held a stick. Raising them she allowed herself to let loose a war cry that sounded like she had a cat stuck in her throat, along with an additional toothbrush.
Yanking a rusty shield and two silver pistols out of the dump, she screamed something that sounded vaguely like 'FUR PUN-NUAT BU-EH!" as she charged.
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Come to me and I will end your suffering...
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Post by Marquis Gerard Bellerose on Jan 30, 2016 21:40:58 GMT -5
Gerard was relaxing in his car on the way to his family estate. He was about to confront his uncle about his involvement with the thugs that were after him. The same ones that killed his parents. He would rue the day that he decided he was the rightful Marquis of the Bellerose Estate. Gerard leaned back in his seat, a glass of Gentleman Jack over an ice rock sitting peacefully in his hand.
One second he was taking a sip of his drink, the next he was outside in the middle of District #552. A makeshift throne of car parts and cardboard was directly behind him. Upon the throne stood a man he did not recognize. As he looked around he would notice there were words in the sky. "Get Chance and Luck" Strange. Normally that kind of stuff doesn't happen.
In front of Gerard on the ground was a pile of weapons... poor ones at that. He would pick up the only thing he could think would fit right now. Grabbing two dull swords, Gerard would ready up and wait. The man who charges his enemy is the man who dies first. His master's words were always with him. Drawing a line on the ground, Gerard would look up at his enemy. A challenge.
STR: 25 (51) 100 CON: 25 (46) 105 WIS: 25 (36) 90 DEX: 25 (41) 105 INT: 25 (31) 100
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Post by Vivi Perish on Jan 30, 2016 21:50:22 GMT -5
Vivi was taking a shower when all of a sudden Vivi was making oatmeal for her younger sister when the world suddenly changed around her. DAMN, she was holding the pot of boiling water too—hopefully she didn’t drop it on Valentine.
Upon her arrival, Vivi decided to grab a long handled hammer (about as long as a spear) and prepared for whatever weird crap was about to happen.
Str:150 Dex:100 Con:150 Wis:50 Int:50
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 30, 2016 21:57:22 GMT -5
Macht stepped out of the shower starke naked. Taking the towel from its holder, he began to dry off his hair. He walked over to the door and pulled it open, only to be met with a blinding light and he suddenly appeared in a battlefield, with the Apostles coming right for him, and a group of others. "Well fuck," he said, wrapping his towel around his waist and grabbing the closest weapon he could find - a stick of some sort.
"LET'S DO THIS MOTHERFUCKERS!" he roared at the oncoming enemy.
Str: 197 Con: 300 Dex: 1 Wis: 1 Int: 1
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Post by Jack Griffin on Jan 30, 2016 22:07:08 GMT -5
Jack Griffin opened the second door of the airlock, holding himself steady with one arm as the mechanisms strained. His breath huffed quietly away, oxygen levels holding steady within his helmet as he looked out at the red-brown desert before him, lit by a sun ever-so-slightly smaller than he was used to.
The airlock finally came completely open, and Jack Griffin prepared to step out. The voyage had taken years, but in mere moments, he would be the first human ever to set foot on Mars.
He smiled to himself as his foot moved out of the module and descended towards the alien surface. He spoke out, his voice crackling over communications, uttering those historic words once again. "One small step for a man-"
And then he was back in District 552 again.
"GOD DAMN IT!"
With a yell of frustration, Jack Griffin ripped off his helmet, tossing it to the ground as he glared about. He remembered this place. He had no idea what the hell had happened, but in his cumbersome spacesuit he was toast if he didn't defend himself fast. Anyone around him could be an enemy...
Moving quickly, he took hold of a pair of nunchaku sticks. However, as soon as he seized them, the chain holding them together broke, leaving him with a pair of short sticks with a few links of chain on each. "Oh great..."
STR: 150 DEX: 50 CON: 190 WIS: 100 INT: 10
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Post by Henry on Jan 30, 2016 22:11:54 GMT -5
Shugo: Equipped with Cardboard Fighter's Gear. Imbues all of the fighter's attacks with annoying cardboard-cutting-capabilities. Also, this cape permits the user to rocket into the air a mile high - only if he farts. Hailey: Equipped with Egg-axes. These eggs are taped to flimsy iron rods. When striking an opponent, the egg shatters, dealing full Int damage to the target and 1/2 int damage to all people within a five-foot radius. The eggs regenerate after use, somehow. Aldritch: Equipped with Stupidly Big Hammers. These hammers are so heavy, they can't even be easily carried by people with 400 str. That said, if the user spins like a top he can pick up momentum and carry them. If Hex spins for a full round he can create a tornado and strike with enough force to create enormous craters. But he'll also be super dizzy. Yin: Equipped with Cap Gun. This shitty cap gun goes "pew" when you press the trigger, since it lacks caps and any method of utilizing them. It also has mo trigger, cuz some shitty little kid ruined it. So it's just a model. When the user says "IMMA FIRIN MUH LAZOR" He fires an enormous laser that deals damage equal to 125% of his intelligence. This laser disintegrates everything it touches with con equal to 1/2 its power output if the target is not living. Ira: Equipped with Water Guns and trash can lid. This trash can lid smells bad, but it's sturdy enough to take a tank missile and not shatter completely, so that's neat. These water guns are infinitely self-replenishing and fire constant streams of water at a chosen target. They deal damage equal to the user's full int. Additionally, the water smells, so a poison effect is applied so the target received 50% int damage over the next three rounds. Gerard: Equipped with dual tinfoil blades. Flimsy and ineffective, these make your opponent feel really uncomfortable at their touch. Hits an opponent with Gerard's full Str and applies a "FEAR" effect, causing the chosen target to flee if his Int is higher than the target's Wis. Vivi: Equipped with Butt Axe. A butt on a stick, this is really not any sort of ideal weapon. This butt emits farts constantly, and when it strikes any surface, it lets the loudest rip you've ever heard loose. Strikes the target for her full Int in damage, and additionally places a time-bomb on them. The following round, the time-bomb explode to deal her full Int in damage in a five-foot radius around the target. Macht: Equipped with The Chosen Dildo. What are you holding. This wonderful dildo allows the user to propel himself in any direction at the speed of his Str + 30, and strikes just as hard. Jack: Equipped with enormous cherry popsicles with morbid red liquid dripping down the chain-like handle. These popsicles taste super good. When Jack takes a bite out of them, he gains a bonus of +50 to all stats for the round. They also hit kinda hard. Ouch. Vivi, Macht, and Jack would all appear like meteors from the sky, unlike the rest of the elegant mofos. As they all appeared, Henry would smile. "Get chance and luck," he spoke softly, then pointed toward the encroaching Apostles. "The enemy... Is at HONNOUJI!" Suddenly, H.U.D. would appear in everyone's vision to track their HP and shields. A message popped up like a screen, reading only: DEFEND YOUR KING, HENRY THE GREAT. As the Apostles approached, the group would see health bars over their heads with gray numbers ranging anywhere from 50-99. 400 approached from all sides, intent on capturing the flag Henry made appear from a hole in the ground out of nowhere. A flashing sign would appear in the sky... DEFEND THE FLAG Apostle stats: 50 across
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Jan 30, 2016 22:18:12 GMT -5
"Shit.. these gauntlets make drinking really hard..."
I removed one of the gauntlets and threw them at the head of an apostle. With any luck it would bounce back and forth hitting multiple apostles in the head. I didn't notice. I was a bit more concerned with...
"SON OF A BITCH! OW! I GOT A FUCKING PAPER CUT!"
I licked the blood up from the paper cut on my finger from the cardboard gauntlet. From there, I would go back to sipping absinthe from my flask before looking over at the Apostles.
"The fuck's up with them?"
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Post by Hailey Morei on Jan 30, 2016 22:20:40 GMT -5
Flag? King Henry? Apostles? What was this hud in her eye sight?
Hailey had seen some weird shit before, but she got pulled away from her breakfast for this weird shit. This wasn't cool at all. When she was done making sure she stayed alive, she would beat this so-called king with her... weapons...
"W-what?!"
Sticks with eggs attached to them. Great. She looked more like a chicken avenger than anything fierce.
Gritting her teeth and wishing she had a real weapon, she would charge the nearest set of Apostles and avoid any attacks of theirs before smashing the eggs into the side of their heads, likely to be very shocked by the oncoming effect of her new items.
Stats 100 across. Equipped with Egg-axes. These eggs are taped to flimsy iron rods. When striking an opponent, the egg shatters, dealing full Int damage to the target and 1/2 int damage to all people within a five-foot radius. The eggs regenerate after use, somehow.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 30, 2016 22:20:43 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
she will punch you in the face.
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Ira squinted twice.
Unable to figure out the words that were hovering in the air due to her poor eyesight, she decided to guesstimate, for she had a uncanny ability to guess things correctly. Running towards Macht, she tugged on his shirt to demand for him to bend down. If he did, she would clamber on his shoulders, screaming what the sign wanted her to say, as she shoot the water gun at everyone and anyone that wasn't anyone.
"DEFILE THE FUCKS" She screeched, aiming for their crotches.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 30, 2016 22:21:29 GMT -5
"For the love of-"
A dildo?!
Macht cursed internally, interrupted by his thoughts only as Ira commanded him to kneel and mounted his shoulders. From there, the dildo rocketed him forward at high speeds - he couldn't even see where he was going - deep into the heart of the Apostle army. Striking down as many as he possibly could, from there he would use the momentum to whip around viciously like a weaker tornado than Hex.
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