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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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GANTZ: A New Reality - Mission 01 -
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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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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 19, 2015 2:01:30 GMT -5
[OOC: Your first post is your death scene and how your character dies. They don't have to be from New York City. They can be from anywhere in the north-eastern area. Feel free to be creative. At the end of it post the last thing your character see's before appearing in the room. First character in wouldn't see anyone but the black ball. after that they would see whoever teleported before them.] ---------------------------------------- GANTZ: A New Reality---------------------------------------- The room looked as if it belonged to an upscale condo. The walls were white, the floor was solid hard wood. However it looked empty. There was no fixtures or furniture. The room was big, probably 20 x 30 feet long. There were three doors. One by the north wall, the door was open to reveal a bathroom. The door on the east wall was shut. And the door toward the western side of the apartment could be seen down at the end of a hallway. The south eastern side of the room had a large sliding glass door which lead to a balcony, overlooking the skyline of New York City. a few buildings away, one could clearly see the empire state building lit up as the sun began to go down. However the strangest thing would be a large black ball, resting near the south western corner of the room. It wasn't against the wall, and even though it seemed perfectly round, it stayed still and could not be budged. A slight ringing sound would be heard as a pin prick of light protruded from the black ball, before bursting into tiny rays of multi-colored light. The beams would project themselves a few yards from itself, before something would begin to materialize. It started with the head. The top of a brain appeared, before skull, skill and hair. The rays of light danced back and fourth rapidly as it continued down, forming a face, then a neck. Eventually the full body of a person would appear, in whatever position they died in. --------------------------------- |
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 19, 2015 3:40:49 GMT -5
"Ohhhh my gosh! I can't believe I messed up so bad!"
"Shush, you did fine, honey."
"Do you think I'll make it to Nationals?!"
"Of course you will! You were the best one there! And I'm not just saying that because I'm your father."
Achmed Khalil was on his way home with his daughter after a piano recital. Kids were competing for a full-ride scholarship to a musical institute of their choosing, and his daughter had just finished her semi-final performance. On the way home, Achmed was lucky enough to have most of the road to himself. He even had the opportunity to run a red light, but decided not to.
"Come ooon, you could have made that!"
"Yeah, well, why chance it? Better safe than sorry, missy."
The man laughed, and waited for the light to turn green. When it did, he proceeded to cross the street, but as he did, his car was T-Boned by a semi, on the driver's side. There was no hope for Achmed to even make it out of that one alive - his body was completely crushed, and the car was totaled. His daughter's leg was caught, the car was upside down, and oil was spilling out... and he saw all of it. He looked down and saw his mangled, destroyed body, and he saw his daughter, trapped, and helpless, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help her. He tried calling out to her, but nothing worked.
Then, he blinked.
Suddenly, he was in a room - almost empty, but... there was a strange black ball? Achmed stood to his feet, looking down at his body. He was surprised to see he wasn't dead or dying, but more than anything, he was worried for his daughter. The first thing he did was try to find a way out, since there was no one else here.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 6:04:05 GMT -5
Arthur had found himself backstage after a terrible set on stage. The crowd had booed his drummer off stage, and without the sod they couldn't keep a beat. Needless to say, he didn't take it very well. His arm was covered in track marks from a steady update of heroine, as he sat in the men's bathroom of the club.
A loud pounding could be heard on the other side of the door. "Hey, you English dick, get the fuck out of there! Its been an hour!" Someone was screaming at him from the other side of the door, but he was too out of it to even respond. In fact, he soon found himself falling onto his side off the toilet seat, His syringe rolling into his paralyze vision.
The combination of screaming and music faded and became incoherent as he laid there motionless. He didn't even think about it, as his vision started to blur and flicker. Death wasn't on his mind. Nothing was at that point. He just needed to get over the night, and unfortunately, he took things a little too far...
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Arthur would quickly find himself sober as a bird, sitting on the floor of a white-walled room. A man was already there, seemingly searching the room for something. "Oi, what the shite's goin' on 'er?" If he had passed out, this wasn't something funny to be waking up to. He'd stand up, and walk over to the ball in the center of the room. "Wha's this? An exercise boll?" He'd say before touching it.
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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 Feb 19, 2015 18:10:15 GMT -5
That guy... he just smirked at me as I nearly fell to my knees. My heart was giving out... both of us knew it. My body couldn't handle this much action... this much movement... not all at once anyways. I was going to end up dying wasn't I? No. I couldn't... not yet. I could push my body to it's limits... if I pushed it to it's limits though... I wasn't going to die for real. I shot forward with a burst of speed. My right fist shot out, stronger and faster than ever before. But everything faded to black before I could even see my fist connect.
But then my vision came back and I felt some pain going through my right hand. It appeared that instead of that guy... my fist connected with a black ball. I grunted, taking a few steps back and holding my fist and rubbing my knuckles slightly. This wasn't where I was before... I looked around to see where I was and what was around me. I saw two other men in the same room as me. I would turn to speak with them.
"What the hell's going on here..?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 19, 2015 19:01:40 GMT -5
As shugo appeared, his fist would strike the big black ball but nothing would happen. Not even a sound came from the impact. Shortly after the latest arrival spoke, the ringing sound would be heard again and the light would begin to produce another form. It would repeat the process two more times before it stopped.
The first figure to appear would be a large young male, dressed in construction outfit. The look of confusion on his face seemed to match the rest of the people in the room. The second form was of a female. However the girl was not dressed in normal clothing. She wore a strange black suit, which almost looked to be made out of latex. The third form was another male, a little shorter than the first. He too was dressed in the same kind of black suit.
The girl immediately turned to look at the third male and moved closer toward him, whispering something into his ear. The male wearing the black suit would listen, before he stepped forward to address the ragtag group of people gathered in this strange room.
"I'm sure you guys have a lot of questions, but we don't have much time for that. If we survive this, we can talk after- I'm Noah, This is Tara. What are your names?"
After speaking, teenager's blue pupils would cast a curious glance toward the four men that he didn't know. He would wait for them to finish introducing themselves there was a little bit of time for him to get a feel for this group. GANTZ would make it known when it was time to start.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 20, 2015 17:13:29 GMT -5
Achmed's eyes were wide as he saw the people just appear in the room. He watched, speechless, and couldn't even address anyone when they spoke to him. It would take him a minute, but he would eventually recover some of his sense.
"I'm... Achmed." The man stared at the two in the suits. Clearly, he was confused.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 18:30:07 GMT -5
Arthur was flustered by the fact that he was in a strange room with strange people, but the teleporting new-comer was actually not too weird for him. He was used to drugs, and plenty of them, so he was still convinced that he was on SOMETHING. There was no other explanation at thhat point.
The three that came from another section of the building garnered weird looks from the musician, especially the two wearing black latex suits. One of them stated that they didn't have time for chit-chat before giving Arthur and the other new arrivals a couple of their names. "Call me Art, I guess..." He was confused, so nothing else to do but give his name and see what the hell was going on.
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Post by Luca Walker on Feb 22, 2015 11:48:10 GMT -5
"Shugo Yuy."
I narrowed my eyes at the new entrants. They seemed like they were in some kind of rush. What in the world was actually going on? I looked between the other two that were there when I showed up... Art and Achmed huh? I needed to keep those names in my mind. If we survive this? What the hell did he mean by that? That man... he must have kicked my ass and then stuck me in this stupid room. But if he did... why was I still throwing a punch?
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 22, 2015 17:43:34 GMT -5
"Uhh.. Griffith.""Achmed, Art, Shugo, Griffith- Nice to meet you, it's unfortunate it is under such circumstances. We're all part of this... How should I put it.. Game? You all died, correct?"Noah's eyes would slip between the four newcomers, as if he was gauging each person simply by looking at them. He would close his eyes for a moment before he spoke again, a serious look in his eyes before he turned to look at the black ball sitting near thr corner of the room. "From what Tara and I have been able to piece together, we have to fight these.. creatures. If we kill or capture one, we get points.. We have to play this game to get a second chance at life. I can only prepare you so much for what lays ahead of us-"All of the sudden, radio static could be heard throughout the room, the source seemingly the black ball that sat in the corner. Music would begin to play, bursting out from the big mysterious black ball which sat in the middle of the room. The sound so loud obnoxiously loud as it filled the entire apartment. Not a single person would be able to drown it out. ----------------------------------------------------------- 'Oooh
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna give...
Never gonna give...
Never gonna give you up!'-----------------------------------------------------------
Ha ha ha...
Good day, you [Bastards!]...
You are dead...
What you do with your new life,
Is entirely up to me...
Today you [Bastards!] Will kill this guy:
Guibod Alien:
Looks like: Robat...
Favorite Thing: Television
Quote: *Bzzt- BZZT~!*
You will have [1 hour] to finish...
Don't let me down [Bastards!]
[/color] ----------------------------------------------------------- "He's starting it!"The black haired asian girl standing behind Noah was watching the ball intently. Her eyes would widen after she spoke. A strange whirring noise would emit from the black ball, before the the sides of the ball would burst open. If anyone was near the sides, it would knock them away.  "Damn it- Okay, no time to waste! Find the briefcase with your name, or nickname on it! Sometimes Gantz has a strange sense of humor. After that, grab a weapon. I'll coach you the best I can. Transportation could happen at any ti-"Noah would stop speaking as his brain got a fuzzy, tingling feeling. Other people would see a pin prick of light shine near the top of his head before it began to slowly engulf his head, milimeter by milimeter it was as if his skull was just disappearing, if you have looked at him from a birds eye view, you would see his brain. The headless, black suited body would flail it's arms around as he stumbled forward and managed to grab a hold of a large rifle-type weapon. Just as he grabbed the rifle, the body's whole upperbody would dissipate and it continued until there was no trace. Tara gasped, but didn't hesitate. The girl was quick, in a flash she was in front of the black ball. Her left hand reaching to grab at the only small hilt that resided on the rack, it looked like a sword handle but no blade. She turned around, a stern look in her pretty face as she spoke. "Get your suits on! Grab a weapon! I'll tell you how to work them as soon as we are on the other side! Hurry!"Already donning her suit, she would stand in front of the ball, staring at the target as she awaited teleportarion, desperately hoping that Noah wouldn't run into trouble before they were able to get there.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 23, 2015 15:10:47 GMT -5
Achmed frowned as the music came on, and he began to wonder if this was some sort of elaborate joke. Then the ball thing opened, and his eyes widened at what was inside. Seeing the first person disappear, he would waste no time, rushing over to find his case. He looked for his name, or anything that wasn't the name of the people who'd introduced themselves in case he had some strange nickname, and he'd take it. His hand would shoot out for the first weapon he saw, which was a hilt of some sort. Then, he would wait to see where he would be taken.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 19:57:02 GMT -5
As soon as the music started playing, a number of the other people started freaking out. Something was about to happen, probably why they were in such a rush, so he'd be ready. The moment the black orb opened and revealed what was inside, Arthur would ignore what the rest of the people as he looked for his case (labeled "Britwit") before picking up a pistol-esque weapon.
Other people began to fade away as he put the black suit from within his case onto his body. It was tight fitting, but not in an uncomfortable way. Not too different from the leather pants he frequently wore. Arthur clutched his gun at his right side, waiting for his disappearing act to begin. Finally, he was no longer in the room.
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