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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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The Food Civil War[[Event]]
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Post by Charles Wintry on Sept 13, 2015 15:42:47 GMT -5
{ } As for someone who rarely eats and doesn't really perform anything picky specifically over food, Charles was lifting an eyebrow to the scenes that were going on, how others were so crazed over food. He was shoved a couple times and bumped into, trying to proceed along the school ground from those who are getting a bit over excited from the Food War that is that going on. Is he to join? Or to just find a spot where he could watch how things will play out? He thought what his motivation he were to feel, to see if he were up for those who seem to have guns shot out and throwing food, as well as cooking. The smell of different sorts of foods have slithered under his nostrils, the smell being the most positive out of the chaos.
As of in result, Charles decided to take the moments from watching in the distance of his own observation and entertainment when he took visitation to the New School Building. Not that it came to a surprise to him, from the arguments that followed through the day before and the school has an intense rate of well encouragement of fighting for something in belief, from his opinion.
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Post by Daniel "Danny" Fletching on Sept 13, 2015 15:56:47 GMT -5
Never once had Danny feared bringing lunch to school, not even as the small child he'd once been in elementary. Where stealing another's food was considered common courtesy. No...little did he know that his fear of starvation would come in his teenage, high school years. This stupid 'war' had gone on for far too long at this point and he even started packing neutral items in his bag, to ensure none of them would be discarded upon a 'search' as they called it. It probably wasn't even legal to do but not much seemed to be too legal here, so it was better that he just went with it. He'd gotten good at bringing inoffensive items to school...which in honesty he'd thought he would never need to do. However as of late he'd distinguished himself as of neither side, so he was relatively left alone until someone came up telling him to join one side or the other.
Upon such an encounter he'd just nod his head and inform the peer that he would be there shortly to 'win' the war. Of course he never showed up, but he was to know if he was or wasn't there? So many students were enveloped in this little month or two of fun and Daniel himself was new. He'd barely been introduced to most of his classmates, considering his rather calm demeanor in the classroom. Not to mention he actually wore the uniform, which few and in between did. It was assumptive to say everyone didn't because he knew that someone like him actually did. Albeit he didn't wear it correctly but he was close enough to be considered passable. Regardless he settled under his usual spot in the courtyard, nestling up to a tree as set his lunch beside him. Back rubbing up against the bark as his eyes closed, a gentle hum passing his otherwise closed lips. He'd eat in a moment or two, for now he just needed to relax a little as he tried to solve this food...dilemma.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Sept 14, 2015 3:46:41 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | What the guard said was right, it's better to be cautious than be sorry later on. Al straightened up and raised his Patty Punisher 9000 with pride. But it's also wrong, It's better to be sorry than to see your side fall. A war is a war, you've got to do what you have to do to make your side prevail. Al grabbed another one of his masterpieces. The Condementor™, A toy gun that shoots four condiments that would surely leave you demented from trying to remove the stains; ketchup, mayo, mustard, and for an extra zing, chili sauce.
Al ran down, carrying both the Patty Punisher 9000 and the Condementor, barging through the guards positioned at exit doors. He ran out Rambo style with his Patty Punisher 9000 violently spraying hot mushed patties like a flamethrower at any Sushi lovers he may pass until he had finally reached Liv Carole and his troops. Al growled and sprayed his Patty Punisher violently as he ran to the front lines. "Here! Use this!" He said handing Liv the Condementor.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Sept 15, 2015 14:15:50 GMT -5
Luna NarcissusMelanie tripped over her feet as she was running up to the girl and both her weapons went off in her face. Great. That was all she needed... Wait, maybe it was. Now she smelled delicious and she had war paint. Glancing to her right, she would see the Brigadians charging after her kills. Not this time; they are mine. Rolling onto her side, she would point both her guns at them and let loose a wall of Buffalo sauce and Pepperoni slices. Once she was sure they were covered and not going to follow (at least not at once, she would take off after the blue haired girl and her new 'hero.' This would not be the end of their battle. It had only begun! "You can run but you can't hide!!!"She would call after them. Reloading, she would track their steps. I know where you are...
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Current Status: Going Fast.
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Post by Felix Booker on Sept 15, 2015 18:23:32 GMT -5
Luna and Felix reached a corner. He held his hand out, palm lowered to signal her to wait. Though they were out of sight, the danger the Brigadians posed still loomed overhead. He crawled over to the edge of the wall, taking a peak into No Man's Land. The Brigadians were searching for them, it wouldn't be long before they were found; they had to move. He made to back up and tell Luna it was time to go, but suddenly movement caught his eye. A red headed girl came out guns blazing, heading for their direction! In seconds she wiped out the Brigadians with a torrent of Buffalo Sauce and . . . Pepperoni's. They were dealing with the Pizza Patsies! "Shit." He cursed under his breath, she knew where they were, and charged relentlessly towards them.
Felix considered fighting, but backed down. He used to be hot headed and rash, but the war had show him all that lead to was death and despair. It was only his luck that kept him going, until he developed the smarts to survive, and that's what you needed, smarts; not heroics.
He handed Luna his Sushi Shooter, and the clips that came with it. "There are thirty something shots in each clip, make sure you keep. Count." He punctuated his last words, while pulling his noodle whip out. "Someones after us, and we can't take them on alone. We either need reinforcements, or a better position." He looked back to check the distance, the girl was gaining. "MOVE OUT, GO! GO! GO!" Giving Luna a rough shove, he would turn snapping something off his belt.
It was his last Wasabi Bomb. A canister filled with steaming hot wasabi, if the direct wasabi contact didn't kill you, the fumes from the bomb would. He bit off the pin, chucking it at the girl, she was too strong for the bomb to taker her out; but it would slow her down. "Take this, you PIZZA EATING BOZO!"
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Post by Luna Narcissus on Sept 16, 2015 9:24:22 GMT -5
Pure terror struck Luna as she turned to see a girl, previously chasing her, completely annihilate the Brigadians going after Felix without even breaking a sweat. Luna was horrified, and she could tell that Felix was too- his decision to continue going to safety for once was surprisingly intelligent compared to his normal self.
War changes people, and she wondered what would happen to herself in the future as she accepted Felix's sushi shooter- the first of the military-grade food warfare contraptions she had seen up close. It was a beautiful chrome, hand sized contraption that seemed almost mathematical in design, as if it were intended to be used for precision filleting in a restaurant. The clips that Felix provided Luna with seemed to be a combination of your typical magazine and a seaweed bandoleer combined into one, slightly unfinished bitesized sushi shots lined up alongside. No doubt intended to be completed being wrapped and sliced accordingly within the mechanical contraption before firing.
If the rumors of what she had heard in the courtyard were true, this device would be only a handful of the genius that was used to begin development on either side's doomsday device.
Felix shoved her back and covered her with a wasabi bomb. It was clear that it wasn't intended with a 100% chance of success to take out their pursuer, but it would at the very least slow her down through the choke point between the buildings. Luna had to hope the windows inside were closed or it'd be much more trouble moving through the old school building. She knew what Felix had in mind at this point, moving this way at this time of day. They were going for the core at it's most vulnerable time. Lunch time.
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Post by Melanie Rose on Sept 16, 2015 14:10:01 GMT -5
Melanie would keep pursuit, constantly looking back to keep tabs on the Brigadians. The Buffalo sauce and the Pepperoni slices wouldn't hold forever. She needed to capture her prey and get out. Looking back to the ground she would follow the tracks. Looking back up, she wold see a Wasabe Bomb flying at her. Dodging to the left, she would take cover behind the wall, hoping it would be enough to save her from the initial blast. There was always the fog though. It would be nearly impossible to breathe in it. She cursed silently and waited for the blast, pulling her shirt up over her mouth in an attempt to keep most of the fog out of her lungs. She didn't used to be this way. Didn't used to chase people down. It wasn't her way. The war had made her bold. She had lost too many people to apathy. People that didn't care about the war. People that swore not to fight. They all -figuratively- died. She swore that she wound't let them die in vein. She would fight. She would honor the lost. Jumping out from behind the wall, she would quickly memorize the path, squint her eyes tight, and slowly make her way through it. Once on the other side, she would take a knee and look for the familiar signs that whispered where her prey went. Small things here and there: A loose stone, a strand of hair... an empty clip. They passed this way. Rising from her knee, she would follow again, coughing lightly from the fog.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Sept 26, 2015 7:04:43 GMT -5
Don't worry, I bite.
Ira stomped her foot as she headed across the courtyard, spotting a suspicious male whom she recognized all too well from her previous attempts to penetrate his ass.
No, it's not what you think.
She clutched a Sushi Snarky Shaky Snacky Teriyaki (yes, it doesn't start with a S. But it rhymes.) in her hands and held it up as though she was in the scene of Lion King. She could also felt the worship of the lions and the admiring gazes of the tigers as she whirled around, determined to wallow in her delusion.
"Aldritch Hexell," She yelled almost accusingly, pointing at him as though he was the next meat she was planning to fry, the rye she was planning to dry, and the tears she was planning to cry.
"I--"
Pausing all too suddenly, she remembered that she was on an infiltration mission, and having her eyes wander to his -- might be a tad bit too... well. Obvious, she meant.
"I'm your comrade, and I am reporting for work! What are your orders, sir?" She straightened her spine involuntarily, trying to fix her blatantly shattering facade.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Sept 28, 2015 4:41:15 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Al was in the middle of spraying his hot, mushy, greasy ground patty at the enemies but then, a girl too awfully familiar caught his attention. He gasped. He felt anger, fear, and discomfort all at the same time. Angfeamfort? Disangear? Agh whatever, those are words now. Why? Why is she everywhere he is at? The hospital, In his fight with Shugo, Even in the school showers! ... Wait! Hold up! It's not what ya'll readers think! Shit... It's totally out of context! Just... Just read more of his threads...
He looked at her with... Angfeamfort... or Disangear... or whatever anger, fear, and discomfort all at the same time is and pointed his Patty Punisher 9000 at her firmly. "Ally!? Hah! Don't make me laugh! You are a face unworthy of trust! Why are you holding the enemy's weapon then!?" He said with a chuckle. "But if you insist..."
"I order you to eat..." He said as he took something out of his pant's pocket. "..this burger!" He said holding it out, the burger was a bit squished but is still perfectly clean in its paper wrapper and all. "I was holding on that one in case I need some emergency energy. It's a bit smooshed but a burger is still a burger and it's edible as long as it's clean, which it is." He stretched his hand out even more towards Ira as his other hand kept pointing the Patty Punisher 9000 at her. "Show me... show me your love for burgers and eat this double patty burger with extra cheese and seedless buns... Now."
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 3, 2015 12:44:04 GMT -5
Don't worry, I bite.
Studying the grease oozing slowly out of the burger, Ira was ready to throw up, either on herself, which she wasn't going to pick, if she could throw up on Aldritch's stupid, stupid face. He could have asked her to eat a banana. Or two. Or his. That was considered the tedium, and she might have been equipped with enough riposte to effectively humiliated him with. However, what he asked was the equivalent of impossible. She choked back a tear, as she raised her head to the sky, and hear voices of wise sensei and a thousand monks training in the sushi mountain, encouraging her to possess enough courage to continue her duty. Hesitantly picking up the burger, she collapsed on Aldritch with another loud howl, telling the skies of her founded regrets, and how, at that very moment, she was touching a retarded looking person with, possibly nice eyes, but odd hair, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. Looking up on his, not that stupid looking face, she closed her mouth after the tumble of incoherent words came falling out, and she decided to do one action, that she knew, with all her heart, that everyone would be proud of her for implementing. 'I'm allergic to cheese." She sniffed.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Oct 23, 2015 3:48:21 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | A bead of sweat trickled down on Al's cheeks, slightly worried of what's happening. No. He shouldn't panic. He should be smiling, right? It's what she gets for stabbing him in his... backside. He tried to make a forced, nervous smile, but no, he started panicking, not knowing what to do to her. "Shhhhhhh.....SHET!" He exclaimed. What to do, what to do, what to do, he totally had no idea. Was it CPR you had to do to people who consumed allergens? Fuck it, that's what he's doing anyway, at least he needs confirmation, so he did what everyone would do and ask the endangered person in need of what he should do. "Uh... uh... shit... WHAT DO I DO!? DO YOU NEED CPR!? SHIT! TELL ME!"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Nov 17, 2015 7:27:20 GMT -5
Flailing her arms about dramatically, she collapsed on the floor and begin wheezing and making noises equivalent to that of a constipated car.
Between breaths, she would stare up at Aldritch and mumble a few incoherent words at Aldritch, before patting him on the cheek and calling him her funky squirrel.
"You'll be very sacred in India." She mumbled, before falsely passing out on the floor.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Nov 17, 2015 8:58:14 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | As Ira fell, Al would catch her on his arms and kneel down, looking at her dramatically as background gun fire could be heard. "I-India?" Al would ask as a sudden explosion would be heard on the background, causing Al to duck his head a bit. "B-but..." His eyes started to get teary, his breathing became heavy. "B-but... I don't have my passport yet!" Al would panic, she clearly was on her last breaths, he needed to know how to get a passport.
As Ira fainted, Al would be heard imitating the iconic Luke Skywalker scream. But he had to move on, it was only but one ally, if he won't move yet, other brigadians would probably face the same fate as hers, a shame he wasn't able to ask her about passport applications though. So he decided to stand up and set her aside. "I need to book a flight to India...someday..." Al would mutter to himself as he walked off ever so casually
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