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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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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 13, 2015 5:24:23 GMT -5
"Generic goons," Macht began, jogging at a leisurely pace so the guy could keep up. The people after them weren't far behind, but they also weren't gaining any ground, so he didn't feel too compelled to jet outta there, especially when he had just gotten the chance to refresh himself. "Call themselves the Uptown Aces, low level thugs, wanna be big in the underground. I fucked up a deal when they shot local business owner, basically." And that was all there was to it.
Macht would sidestep into a nearby alley, telegraphing it so that John would notice and not get stuck with the guys on his own. In the middle of the alley was a tall fence, probably ten feet high, with a dumpster adjacent to it. Macht vaulted on top of the dumpster, then kicked off the wall and leaped over the fence, tucking in his legs so that he'd land in a roll. If John could follow, he'd wait for him to do so before continuing. If not, he pointed up to a fire escape.
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I love humans, but that doesn’t mean I like you personally.
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Post by Johnathan Torrence on Feb 13, 2015 5:48:44 GMT -5
John laughed as he explained the purpose for his escape, it wasn't every day he met someone who thoroughly messed up a gang's dealings. the time it took him to catch up to the acquaintance was very short, but 'Uptown Aces?' why did that sound so familiar to him?
"So I don't suppose you have an actual plan on where we go from here?" He asked, Side Tacking off of the dumpster and vaulting the fence, landing in a side roll so as to face his new friend.
"I mean, I'm all for leading them into a dark alley and lighting them on fire but what's the point if we don't have a safe location to go to?"
Johnathan was curious as to what lay behind his eyes, as a stranger, this boy seemed nice enough and john could see himself associating himself with Macht, but he wanted to know just how far he was willing to go if needed. The world was a cruel place and he couldn't look out for two people at once.
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 13, 2015 5:54:55 GMT -5
Macht shrugged, firstly at the fact that so many gangs used "Aces" that it was ridiculous, and secondly at the fact that he didn't really have a plan. He had no perfect escape, and definitely no means of fighting off all of those people on his own. He was a fighter, sure, and he'd taken on groups before, but there were at least ten people after them right now.
"I dunno how you expect me to light 'em on fire - let's go -" Macht would pull on the guy's shoulder before breaking into a run again. The fence would throw most of them off for a while, but for good measure, Macht would stick to they alleys for now. "I get a bat or something in my hands, I can take out at least six of the fuckers on my own. You good at anything besides running, pal?" He smiled and laughed as he ran, vaulting over a railing and sliding down a slope that would lead to a canal. There were tons of things down here that people ditched, so if they needed weapons, they were going to eventually find something down here.
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Post by Johnathan Torrence on Feb 15, 2015 20:45:47 GMT -5
Johnathan followed with a silent dash, leaving himself little room for error as the two continued to run through the shadows quietly, focusing on the shouting and grunting of the assailants. JOhnny had been joking about the fire, but he always was in the mood for a little fire...
"I'm ok at fighting I suppose, never really needed to. I'm really good at words haha, I usuallly just blackmail people and they leave me alone"
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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 Feb 18, 2015 2:35:02 GMT -5
"You can it your way or you can try it my way. Here -"
Macht leaned down and picked up a rusted pipe, tossing it in John's direction. He picked up one himself, and eventually slowed to a halt, just under an overpass. The gang was quite far behind by now, so by the time they caught up, if Macht and John waited, the two would be in well-enough shape to hold their own against any number of folk. Well, assuming John could hold his own to begin with.
"These guys get dealt with here, I'm in the clear. You too, I guess, considering they're after your ass now as well. So I'll leave that up to you, pal."
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I love humans, but that doesn’t mean I like you personally.
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Post by Johnathan Torrence on Feb 20, 2015 6:38:46 GMT -5
Johnathan chuckled as he was handed the dirty, rusted tube, like a heavy piece of steel, it rested in his hands and weighed him down. Slowly, his old memories, like a tapestry of shadow and fog slipped through his mind. The serpent of control twisted chaotically as he felt the cold, uneven texture of the long hollow Rod. He began to remember the orphans around him, taunting, flaunting, pricking and prodding as they continued their average days testing the mentality of the Wicked and Vile, it was no known fact of what happened to him, but John preferred to talk instead of walk for a good reason.
Words didn't lead to blood.
As he leaned against the wall, he accepted that it was now his time, his new associate was more than strong enough to handle his own, but John needed to take on those stronger than him. unfortunately he knew how to do so quite well, and being given a lead pipe it was much harder to contain his glee than Macht would ever come to know. There was a sickness about to fill this dark cavern. A pale horse had ridden in, and Macht would know the scent of blood very soon.
"I'm fine, but don't stop me. Whatever happens, Don't try to stop me"
The shadows foretold their presence, the attackers poured around the corner ready for a fight. There was a street fighter, and a psychopath prepared to meet them. Johnathan held the pipe in a distinct way, letting it rest among the tips of his fingers with the hollow end resting against his palm. Regret began to pinch his stomach, so much regret, so much hate.. He hated them, Hated them so much. They had to die
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user is offline ●
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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 Feb 20, 2015 17:26:02 GMT -5
"Whatever you say, Turbo," Macht remarked, cocking an eyebrow.
As they waited, the two would see ten people charging in their direction, varying from average to large motherfuckers. The redhead steeled himself, waiting to deal with the mess as it came, but he was a little eager to see how John handled himself as well. As they neared, he took in a deep breath, and let the adrenaline take over.
With a swift soccer kick, Macht would send a stray piece of 2x4 at the first person to approach, and he jabbed the broken end of the rusted pipe into their kidney. A second person threw a punch, he ducked underneath, taking their wrist, and then slammed the pipe into the side of their elbow, breaking it. A third socked him in the face, but he whipped around and bashed their nose in with the pipe, striking them several times to put them down. A fourth charged at his side, nearly tackling him to the ground. He slammed his elbows into their back, hard enough to force them to fall to the ground, and he stomped on the back of their neck, a satisfying CRACK following suit. A fifth began his charge, and Macht threw the pipe at the guy's face, dashing after it. He slid between the man's legs, sending a right uppercut to his dick, before slamming his elbows into the sides of the guy's knees.
Five men charged at Johnny, as well.
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user is offline ●
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I love humans, but that doesn’t mean I like you personally.
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Post by Johnathan Torrence on Feb 22, 2015 4:40:19 GMT -5
Johnathan had good reason to wait, as his new friend had completely destroyed the opposition, Johnathan noticed the perfect shot, and took it, Tapping the pipe on the ground, Johnathan used its entire weight to slam into the first mans lower jaw, focusing the entire force on dislocating it, he spun to the side and forced the end of the pipe into one of the mens stomachs, feeling a distinct pop, Johnathan ducked underneath him and used all of his weight to slam his head into the skull of the third man, while he doubled over in pain, Johnathan brought the wrath of god down upon the back of his skull with the heavy pipe, leaving the final two, one of which he broke the kneecap of by striking him as hard as possible with a downward strike of the pipe, and he kicked the final man in his kidney, causing him to turn against the wall.
It was final, it was his time. the screams of all the other kids ran through his mind as he repeatedly slammed the rusted pipe into the weak spots of the final victims body, even as he lay curled upon the cold concrete he left him a broken shell of a human being, covered in his own blood and saliva.
John dropped the pipe, panting from fatigue as he turned to Macht..
"I hope this is all of them.."
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