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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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Post by Lance Stryker on Oct 7, 2015 22:11:13 GMT -5
Lance screamed. Or tried to. Only a pained whimper came at first, lungs still recovering from the former attack to adequately convey the pain he was feeling. It was impossible to hold back the tears now. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Blood oozed from his nose. A hand moved to check it, but even the slightest touch sent a jolt of pain right through him that shot him upright and acquired another whimper.
He'd only ever felt this intense pain once before. Back then it had been much worse than now. But this was no picnic either. Blood dripped onto the desk. Another whimper. A shudder down his spine. Lance heard the girl speak again. What. Another question? Skipped breakfast? Lance managed to look at the whiteboard. No breakfast. No more questions. He didn't want to continue this test. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back to California. Anywhere but here. This couldn't be his life now. Constant fear. He didn't speak. Only held his stomach and tried not to move his head. Moving hurt. Breathing hurt as well.
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Post by Hexx Ravier on Oct 7, 2015 22:15:52 GMT -5
Hexx winced slightly as his broken arm total earned itself yet another tally, rounding it up to a healthy number eleven. He blinked a bit at the stabbing pain that he, being the royally fucked up specimen he was, slowly begun to enjoy, continuing to drag on his hookah hose as if all he had done was gotten stung by a sweat bee. The oddly behaved teenager coughed a little as the white board asked another question regarding his breakfast, and Hexx replied with a dull chuckle. "Oh, sure! Actually the basket from the girl's bike I jacked had a brown bag lunch in it, good shit. Some leftover fried chicken and rice pudding. I liked it. Oh yeah, also...why am I in ghost class again? I mean, I'm chill with it bro, but I'mma need to hit this a lil bit longer before I'm really -reaaallly- chill with it, know what I'm sayin'? Cause I got my arm all fucked an' shit which I really don't like all too much y'know, even though it feels pretty nice. So yeah, uh...long story short, fuck you, fuck your family, fuck your couch, fuck your house, fuck your dog, fuck your board, fuck your shitty haircut. Yeah...that basically sums it, bro." Hexx continued peacefully hitting off his hookah as if nothing had been said at all.
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Post by Duke Zabi on Oct 7, 2015 22:30:31 GMT -5
That's about when everyone would see the world turn back to what it was. The Home Economics room was trashed, no student was left standing except for the six. Who would be exhausted tired from the wanton destruction. Light fixtures hung out of the room, windows blasted out, shit was on fire. Asiv himself was laying propped up against the door trying to keep the kids inside, injured, breathing heavy and losing blood from a few spots. A cigarette hanging from his mouth as he held a hand up towards Zoe who was about to smash the shit out of Asiv with some ungodly new found strength.
"I am Mister Asiv... arrgh, Home Economics... Teacher... You're all... In Home ec right now... You have to... Remember!"
That's when it would flood back, the test was for Home Economics. They had to make a fruit dish with banana's. However somehow Asiv's experimental banana's got mixed in and when the class wide taste test happened at 7:15 am like was written on the board, the students went ape shit hallucinating as the fruit's unstable nature took over.
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Post by Duke Zabi on Oct 7, 2015 22:33:57 GMT -5
Everyone gets +3 exp.
Hexx: Asiv's Cigarette's: Permanent Consumable - +8 Con while smoking. 1 Cigarette lasts 6 posts. One cig per thread.
Lance: Blue Flame Crown - +3 Wis, +2 Str
For 1 post per 5 INT the user can increase their Str +5. and a blue flame hovers on the head in the shape of a crown.
Hailey: Oni Ribbon/Mask - A ribbon in the hair that causes -5 Wis. When removed it transforms into a mask covering the face and the wearer gains +10 Str, +10 Con for the same number of posts the ribbon was worn.
Zoe: Item Recharge! - Permanent Consumable: this battery like object can be used to recharge a selected item with an additional pool of the users full INT. The item this battery is used on is the only item that can draw from this pool. Can only be used if the user doesn't have enough of their own INT pool to use said item.
Dawn: Awareness Contacts! - for 1 post per 5 Int, the user gains +10 Wis, allowing them copy a single ability, Qi or Item based and recreate it in the following post following the same requirements as the ability used. Once per Thread. -5 Wis for same number of posts bonus was active.
Lexington: Cleavage Pen - +5 Int
By clicking this pen it turns into a banana costume. For 1 post every 5 Int the user gains +5 to a chosen stat. Pen does not have to be in Banana form to use ability.
Description: "I'mma need this real quick. Thank you!"
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Post by Dawn on Oct 7, 2015 22:34:39 GMT -5
"Eh wha-" Christa would pick up her face from the ground, completely surrounded with potato salad. All in her hair, mixed with what looked like ketchup. Groaning, she'd pick herself up from the ground. "Time for a shower, jesus christ man. This just aint right." Looking around the room she'd notice she was in home ecs. "Ffffffffffuck."
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I'm a killer, like Rambo.
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Post by Lexington on Oct 7, 2015 22:37:51 GMT -5
Lexington was standing on the sink counter top with a fork in one hand, smushed banana on his face and a banana and two kiwi's glued to his shorts by syrup. Lexington looked around dazed and a little petrified. He squinted his left eye before he hopped down. "Damn.. We messed this place up.." Lexington walked over to the tall white guy. "Listen man... before we leave today. You gotta let me know if you still got those greens bro.. Dreaming or not. I can tell you ain't messing around." Lexington tried to tip toe out of the classroom while he ripped the banana off of his shorts before peeling it.
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