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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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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on May 11, 2015 23:36:58 GMT -5
 | It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING |
School had just ended, and as soon as that final bell rang Macht headed to the gym. No athletics were scheduled to be training today, and with everyone itching to get home, Macht was pretty certain he'd have the entire area to himself. He could do all he needed without being hindered, and that fact alone really helped things. The German was itching to learn a new fighting style that had always interested him, but before he could get to that, he needed to put in his daily grind. With people around it could get a little... odd, especially with as much weight as he needed to use at any given time. Stepping into the weight room, Macht set his bag down at the side of the door and immediately went to begin his workout. Like always, he set a record for deadlift, pull-ups, push-ups, etc., but he did it without people to watch. Macht was easily capable of benching over 1000 pounds, the only thing holding him back here being what the barbells were capable of holding. So after maybe an hour of a rigorous workout at that ridiculous of a level, he'd head over to the punching bag and get to work. Muay Thai was the style Macht always wanted to learn. "The Science of Eight Limbs," or something like that. It interested him with its direct use of force and no beating around the bush. From what he knew, the average Muay Thai fighter could average anywhere from 500 to 800 lbs of force in their strikes while maintaining velocity that exceeded 20 mph. With his incredible physical capabilities, Macht was certain he could at least double that. To start things off, Macht delivered a series of quick elbow strikes at the punching bag, the initial force of his blows being enough to send it flying back. Were it not for the high quality cable and anchor keeping it connected to the ceiling, it would have flown away time and again. Each time the punching bag came back, Macht would steady it and repeat. |
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on May 12, 2015 2:58:36 GMT -5
 With school over for the day, instead of bolting out the front door and to one of the many cars lined up in front of the school where parents awaited like many of the students did, Keisuke instead made his way to the gym for a bit of an after school training session. Now normally, he trained at home, since his grandfather built a dojo in front of their home for Keisuke to use, but afternoons were also usually when his grandfather took a nap, and the last thing Keisuke wanted to do was wake him up with the sounds of his training.
As he stepped into the weight room, he took a quick glance around, finding the place almost completely deserted. And by almost, he meant there was only one other person here besides himself, and the School Captain no less. Dressed in a plain black t-shirt and long shorts, with training bandages wrapped halfway around his hands and forearms (think Joe Higashi), after placing his bag down near the door, he would head over to a straight bench located near the punching bag Macht was wailing on. Picking up two 50lbs weights and place one on each side of the bar, he then laid down on the bench and began lifting it. Although he wasn't lifting anywhere near close to the weight Macht was capable of, he was able to keep up a steady flow of repetitions, warming his arms and loosening them up for the training ahead. |
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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 May 12, 2015 18:40:00 GMT -5
| It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING |
Macht paid little attention to the other man as he made his entrance. He was slightly peeved, sure, as he'd expected everyone to have left, but he made no mention of it and kept his mind focused on the task at hand. The guy was unknowingly putting himself in harm's way at this point, meaning Macht would need to be extra careful - a slight bother, but hopefully one that wouldn't have too much of an impact on things. Once he got the elbow strikes down, Macht started work on his roundhouses and the form necessary to pack the punch Muay Thai was famous for. He steeled himself, and in one swift motion he twisted his torso to the left and pivoted on his left heel. Simultaneously, his right leg was raised and he leaned back so that the knee was level with his chest. Initially bent, he'd shoot out his shin and slam it into the side of the punching bag with a degree of force he should have expected, but didn't. The punching bag was torn from the ceiling, the anchor snapping and the cord whipping through the air. It sailed in Keisuke's direction, threatening to land on him in the middle of his reps, and it likely would have if Macht wasn't as quick as he was. Shooting a hand upward, Macht caught the cable and tugged, his counter-force causing the bag to stop just a couple of yards away from the other man and hit the floor hard. "Sorry about that. Being around me when I'm in the zone is a safety hazard, or so I'm told." |
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on May 14, 2015 0:37:28 GMT -5
If there was any sign that Keisuke nearly had a heart attack from the prospect of becoming a Japanese pancake, it certainly didn't show visually on his face, as the only indication had been a brief flashing and widening of his eyes. Still holding the bar up in the air, having been in mid-repetition, he would slowly ease the bar back onto the slot before sitting up on the bench, facing Macht.
The punching bag mere inches away from his feet from where it landed heavily on the floor, that had been far too close for comfort, though from the calm look on Keisuke's face, it would seem like he had nonchalantly shrugged it off like it was an every day occurrence. Giving a slight shrug of his shoulders, Keisuke would rise up off the bench, his heart rate having returned to normal by this time.
"Don't worry about it. It's slightly surprising, but not unexpected. Anyone training will be a safety hazard to others nearby, though probably not to this degree."
Indicating towards the punching bag on the ground with a slight nod of his head, Keisuke would then head over to the speed bag and resume his training, launching a series of rapid jabs and punches. |
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