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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 Ethen Choi on Mar 29, 2016 22:30:55 GMT -5
WHAT MOVES...
6.7 mph, is hot, and most commonly man made?
Forest fires!
Ethen was thinking about them all day. Ever since he walked into the forest on his first day here, the pyromaniac in him has been wondering what a fire here would look like… smell like… its speed…
Will the people of San Francisco see it form the mainland? Will it smell like a cozy camp fire or a new pack of pencils?
So much curiosity… but,
He liked this forest a bit too much.
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8:51pm, 30 meters deep, in a temperature two times colder than Ethen expected… On the muddy forest floor he sat cross legged at the measly “camp” fire he created (using two stones), singing away.
As exciting as camp fires are… things became a little dry (even for him). He threw his head back with a groan, then obnoxiously began chanting:
" KUMBAYA MY LORD, KUMBAYAHhh... ♪ "
Kumbaya meaning 'come by here' - for he wanted to start a forest fire, but couldn't.
...Made sense to him.
Camp fires were too slow.
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You need a huge dose of vitamin me. <3
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Post by Robin Greenfield on Apr 1, 2016 10:34:23 GMT -5
Robin scampered towards the forest, curious as to what San francisco might hold. She made a beeline for Ethen. He was chanting something odd, and she was absolutely certain that he was a wizard, attempting to cast a spell on her.
"Mister Kumbaya!" She said, her eyes huge and innocent.
"Are you a god?" She whispered.
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Post by Ethen Choi on Apr 1, 2016 21:09:01 GMT -5
Ethen suddenly looked forward at the girl with a startled expression (He didn't even hear her coming over his noise). It took him a few moments to mentally recall what she said...
"Mr? Wait, me……. a god??? " He asked, now with an eyebrow raised to add to his expression.
He then briefly scanned his surroundings, as if looking for clues for why she said what she did. To him,.. nothing indicated a god - just a lonely kid in the forest. Usually he would have played along (him assuming she was joking) or something, but he was way too confused to do that.
"No!… I'm not… What makes you think that...?!" He continued, now with an [unintentional] overly-concerned tone to his voice.
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Post by Robin Greenfield on Apr 1, 2016 21:17:20 GMT -5
"You were singing and the campfire got bigger." Robin said very seriously, looking at him with huge, round eyes. She was a tiny bit afraid that he might blast her to bits, but she didn't have anything that would protect her from a possibly confused (and maybe furious?!) god.
Standing her ground, she continued staring at him with doe-like eyes.
"You must be a forest god." She mumbled, with a type of hero-worship in her eyes.
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Post by Ethen Choi on Apr 2, 2016 10:38:59 GMT -5
"oh... no, if anything, I'm a fire god then... a fire god."
He gave her a small smile.
Ethen was sensing that this girl was most likely serious - and in that case, he didn't know whether agreeing with her would be the best idea or not... feeding into false illusions...
Clearing his throat he continued steadily:
"And... assuming I am a god, then what will you do? I can't tell if you're in fear or amazement."
At this point he stood up before her (brushing dirt off his butt).
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Post by Robin Greenfield on Apr 6, 2016 6:01:23 GMT -5
Puzzled, Robin regarded the fire with wider eyes and reached out a hand to hold Ethen's sleeve firmly. She continued staring at the fire with some type of horrified fascination in her cerulean blue eyes.
"I'll worship you!" Robin said brightly.
"I'll make a great priestess."
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Post by Ethen Choi on Apr 11, 2016 12:44:34 GMT -5
Glancing at her hand then towards the fire, he smirks. He was now positive this girl was serious... which seemed more troublesome for him then if she wasn't (based on him figuring out what to say next).
'she's... cute but strange...'
"hmm--"
Now looking back towards her:
"Well... you go to this school on the island right? I mean I'm guessing... s-since visitors don't come this late...usually"
In his attempti to smoothly change the subject, he hoped to learn more about her... perhaps then he'd know how to deal with the god thing...
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Post by Robin Greenfield on May 11, 2016 5:00:36 GMT -5
Being bright was never Robin's forte, and that was evidently displayed by her inability to realize that the guy before her was no god, even if he were to say so numerous times. Eager to please, her face light up with an ebullient glow, as she continued holding onto Ethen's hand.
"Yeah!" She said cheerfully.
"I stowed away on a plane and sneak into this place!" Stating that cheerfully, Robin looked thoughtfully around the forest, unaware of how odd her statement must have seemed. Regardless, the little girl wanted to play, and within mere seconds, she found a stick on the floor and held it up, waving it about like a magical wand. Stopping to catch her breath, she paused
"I heard there are fairies in this forest so I came to look." She whispered.
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