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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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By The Book (Dietrich v Dan)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 18:28:07 GMT -5
Dietrich watched a 747 slowly move across a cloudless sky and disappear beyond a range of monolithic skyscrapers in the distance. The entire scene was a far cry from his days growing up near the Austrian Alps. This was New York City - a place of industry and a hub for the industrious. His gaze fell back to the text in his lap, Kon-Tiki by Thor Heyerdahl, something he'd read at least a dozen times by now. For Dietrich, reading was the cheapest and quickest form of travel, and he often liked to revisit those pacific isles.
It was his lunch break and he'd decided to do some light reading by the soccer field. The place was packed with students, everyone milling about in groups. Contrary to what Dietrich had heard, the place didn't seem all that violent. For a school notorious for it's delinquent gangs, there really wasn't too much going on. A few fights here and there, maybe a little property damage, but nothing particularly noteworthy. Maybe this so-called Pillar System wasn't something to sneeze that after all. Regardless, Dietrich would never accept such a barbaric institution. The strong patrolling the weak? What a joke.
Strong or weak, everyone was just a pawn. Eventually, sooner or later, something had to give.
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Post by Dan on Jun 5, 2015 18:39:20 GMT -5
Dan was practicing kicks in the soccer field
His reason for doing so was in the movie
"TFOTRT: and the evil American soccer team v.s the honorable Japanese foot ball team" there was a character whose soccer balls hit harder than any fist so he wanted to put it to the test
"This time for sure" Dan said with determination
"RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" Dan dashed at a ball and punted it with all the force he could muster
"Oh that one went far" Dan said as he saw it go flying towards... "Is that a person?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2015 19:26:57 GMT -5
Dietrich was just finishing having a cool introspective monologue about pawns and metaphors and stuff, when, out of nowhere, something round collided with his face. The recoil sent his head snapping back, smashing against a tree. Tears welled up in his eyes. The shock made him drop his book just in time for a pack of wild freshman, who just happened to be sprinting by, to trample it to pieces. It was truly a perfect storm unlike any other. It was as if god himself had descended from the heavens to say to him, stop acting like hot shit... because you're not.
"Thor..." Dietrich croaked as he picked up the tattered remains of his book. "Your epic journey to the Polynesian islands was only just beginning..."
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the culprit, an errant soccer ball. Overcome with grief for Heyerdahl's demise, and in an uncharacteristic loss of control, Dietrich proceeded to punt the ball over the fence and into the street, where it was promptly run over by a semi.
Good riddance.
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Post by Dan on Jun 5, 2015 19:42:18 GMT -5
Dan was running over to the man so he may apologize but before he could the boy punted it over the fence and it was hit by a truck
"MY BALL!" Dan exclaimed "Y YOU BASTARD" Dan was furious
Dan usually never got furious inless a friend was involved but that ball wasnt just any ball. his lil brother duck gifted him that ball
Dans mind flashed back as he watched the ball explode he remembered all the moments he saw duck do amazing things with that ball and the pride he felt when duck gifted it to him but all of that was gone now this.. Bastard
He walked closer to the bastard that was dusting off his hands
"OI WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOOT EH!?" Danny was so furious his accent came back
looks like this wouldent be resolved peacefully as Dan hoped when he was first coming over
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 0:20:17 GMT -5
This is why you never let emotions get the best of you. At least that's what was going through Dietrich's head as he eyed the mountain of a brute who was now towering over him. The man and his moustache looked ready for fisticuffs; that much was clear. Dietrich, on the other hand, wanted none of it. So he did the first and only thing that popped into his head, besides tucking tail and running - he bowed apologetically.
"Sorry sir," he said with as much earnestness as he could muster. "I tried to kick the ball back to the pitch, but it seems I overestimated myself. You see, sport was never my strong suit."
Dietrich had no qualms about being submissive. Pride wasn't exactly something of value to him. Besides, corporal punishment was something of a common practice here, so he wasn't about to try and challenge any authority. At this time, of course, it had completely gone over his head that the person he was bowing to was actually a student and not a teacher at all. Then again, just how many high schoolers were that big and sported fully grown moustaches. Apparently, as Dietrich was about to learn, some did.
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Post by Dan on Jun 6, 2015 0:34:26 GMT -5
"Sorry eh? DO YOU THINK SAYING SORRY TO ME WILL CHANGE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE EH?!"
The F was this man on aboot Will Sorry Bring Back The Ball Full Of Ducks Memories?! This ball held more memory's of his talented brother than any other object in the world and this hoser was sorry?!
Even if was a mistake Dan could never forgive what this hoser had done?!
Dan was in full berserk mode the Poler bear was released and is now going to wreck havock at the Detroit zoo
Dan didn't usually use kicks but he was in the mood for some kicking
Dan went for a push kick [ooc:thank you Wikipedia] and thrust all his might into it
If it hits there is no doubt aboot it this hoser gonna go flying
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 11:25:16 GMT -5
Luckily Dietrich was still bowing so he had just enough time to collapse to his knees, Dan's kick grazing the hair on the back of his neck. He could do nothing to stifle his surprise. Corporal punishment was one thing, but kicking a student who's clearly apologizing, isn't that going too far? Dietrich picked himself up off the ground and took a few tentative steps backwards, backing up against the tree. With his free hand he reached down behind his back and grasped the strap of his messenger bag, which contained several hardcover books, emphasis on the hard.
"Hey, don't you think you're overreacting?" he said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. "I already admitted my mistake and apologized. Is it really okay for a teacher to go around kicking students? How about good ol' fashion detention?"
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Post by Dan on Jun 6, 2015 11:35:17 GMT -5
"Teachers EH? Well I don't see any around here eh! Not like they would care ABOOT little fight like this eh!"
Dan said knowing it wasn't no teachers job to intervene in a fight usually that was a pillars job plus he couldn't see neither so what was this hoser on aboot
dan walked towards the hoser and he did somthing unexpected
Dan didn't want this fight to end so quickly so he spread he arms out
"You must think your tough S&$@ eh going around destroying other people's property eh you fricken hoser..
Ill let you have the first swing show me... WHAT A FING BAD @ss YOU ARE EH"
If this hoser was strong Dan could do nothing but accept that his ball was gone and move on.... But if he wasnt this hoser was going to get more broken bones than a beaver in an ice rink during the game for the Stanley Cup
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 12:33:46 GMT -5
this guy isn't a teacher?
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Don't tell me this guy is a student! Has this guy looked in the mirror lately!? What was he, held back twenty years or something? He looks old enough to be my father!
The situation had taken a turn for the surreal. It went from facing the wrath of an overzealous teacher, to facing the lunacy of a man-student who looked like he should've graduated in the year 1997. And now he was inviting Dietrich to attack him, arms spread out like some crazy gorilla that escaped form the Detroit Zoo. Trying to reason with him was quickly beginning to look like a lost cause. What Dietrich needed now was an opening - an opening to escape that is. But he couldn't just run for it. Gorillas, after all, were known to reach speeds of up to 25 mph, and Dietrich, on his best day, topped out at 20. First he needed to incapacitate him, if only for a moment.
Tightening his grasp around the strap of his messenger bag, Dietrich scanned the moustached gorilla's defences. Even though he was inviting him to strike, Dietrich knew better than to think his puny attack would phase him. What to do? Time was running out. Then, finally he saw it, the one chink in any man's armour.
"Alright..." he practically whispered, unable to hide his nervousness. "Here I come..."
Stepping forward with his left foot, Dietrich raised his left hand, fist clenched, looking as if he was ready to throw a punch. He took a moment, swallowed his fear, and looked the gorilla straight in his gorilla eyes. Then, suddenly and with as much momentum as he could muster, he rotated his hips and swung through from below with his right arm, sending his messenger bag full of hardcovers shooting straight for his attacker's gorilla gonads.
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Post by Dan on Jun 6, 2015 13:01:08 GMT -5
"Oooooooooaaaaaaaa!!" Dans scream pierced the heavens it didn't sound like no regular scream it was more of a roar of a bear who's baby's where being hunted by pouchers
He held back from collapsing this hoser almost destroyed tree balls today and Dan wasnt going to let him go, he needed to get this hoser
not one bone in dans muscular body were going to let this Goon go
Dans eyes darted around "Where is he!"
He was more looney then canaidian currency even crazier than a twoony
"There's that bastard eh!" Dan saw him trying to run away
"Not so fast!" And the chase began
Dan wasnt fast but he could keep chasing and chasing for miles if he wanted too
With every step a audible sound could be heard it was as if the hoser was being chased by a wild beast
It seemed the both of them were running full sprint neither gaining or losing space maybe a meter apart but how long can the other party run for let's find out
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 13:01:27 GMT -5
The other party could not run long, Dietrich's breath growing shorter with each step. He took a peek over his shoulder; the gorilla was still there, charging fast, and angrier than ever. What started as a chance for escape was beginning to look more and more like a momentary stay of execution. Dietrich's mind raced. What could he do? What the hell could he do!? His legs were burning, he could hardly think straight. Why didn't this guy just give up already!?
Between his aching body and his scattered mind, he certainly wasn't at all paying attention to where he was running. And then, before he even realized where he was, he'd turned a corner and found myself trapped in a dead end, sandwiched between two buildings, a stone wall, and soon a bloodthirsty gorilla warrior. It was be expected. After all, he was still new to this school. Though that did nothing to lessen the sting.
Dietrich tried one of the doors, no luck. Then another, but it still wouldn't open. Desperate, he tried to scale wall, but his fingertips barely reached the ledge. Realizing the futility, he spun around, but now it was too late; the way in was blocked, his pursuer baring down on him. Dietrich swallowed hard. The chase was now over. There was no way out, nothing to do, except one last attempt at reason.
"Hey there. You're upset. I get that. But let's try to be reasonable for a second. I wrecked... accidentally wrecked your soccer ball. That was my mistake. I admitted it. To be fair, however, your soccer ball hit me first, which ended up destroying my book, see?"
Dietrich pulled out the tattered remains of his book, perhaps a metaphor for what was about to happen to him.
"So in terms of property damage, we're actually equal, right? And as for the uhh... hit... earlier, again, I apologize. It was a low-blow, no doubt about it. But again, to be fair, you told me to hit you. So be both destroyed something of each other's and each attacked one another. So what do you say we let bygones be bygones?"
Dietrich finished his final defence and stood his ground, barely able to keep his knees from shaking.
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Post by Dan on Jun 7, 2015 13:50:16 GMT -5
"Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm Book eh?..... I HATE BOOKS EH!" Dan looked at this hoser with distain
(How can a book hold any sentiment?) thought Dan
Even if that book was somthing special like a family heirloom Dan thought this hoser would be as mad as he was and try to fight no matter how scared he was.
But this did not seem to be the case he ran and used excuses he is litterly worse than glen from dans 48th expulsion.
-Dan takes a step forward and the screen cuts to black-
*bap wap wham bam crack spuish* all sorts of sound effects can be heard from the black screen
-cameras back and the aftermath would be censored in Australia-
Dan walks away not facing the camera a twitching guy could be seen
(He shouldn't die) thought Dan for he was very carful in his beating to only break a few ribs and make a lot of him swell
-camera cuts to black-
*wind blowing*
-cameras back Dan is standing in the soccer field-
Dan pulls out a phone and dials a number
*dial tone* *kercha*
"Hey mom.... Yeah it's me.... No I'm not in any trouble.... YEAH MOM I'm eating healthy.... Look mom can you put duck on the phone I have somthing serious to talk to him about.... Yes I know he is two.... Thank you.... Hey bud.... Bud I'm sorry to say this but I lost your ball......... What you don't even like soccer any more.... Ok bye"
Dan hangs up the phone
"Looks like I was angry over nothing eh"
Unknown to the youth Dan was completely indifferent to him now he might now even remember next time he meets him
-camera cuts back to the beat up youth-
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 15:00:53 GMT -5
In a daze, Dietrich managed his way to a tap near one of the athletic fields. He ran his swollen face under the cold water, watched the water turn red, pool around the drain, and disappear into nothing. It stung a little at first, but afterward there was no pain, just numbness. He felt unusually light.
It was his first fight ever, if you could call it that. It was the first time he'd ever tasted his own blood. He was afraid the entire time, of course, but now that it was over, it was a strange feeling. He wasn't prideful so he felt no shame for having been beaten up. If anything, he probably deserved it for acting rashly. And all things considered, it really wasn't even that bad a beating. A little swelling and a little blood, but nothing broken.
It was something else that bothered him, something he did not expect.
It was the feeling of helplessness that he couldn't get out of his mind. It vexed him, disturbed him even. It was the feeling of knowing exactly what was about to happen to him and not being able to do anything about it. It was the worst kind of feeling. It was like a pit in his stomach. He hated it.
He hated PHS#552.
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