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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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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Oct 16, 2015 20:51:37 GMT -5
Macht had been thinking of a way he could treat Ira to something nice, lately. Y'know, before everything went to shit. So he wanted to surprise her! Did he have a plan?! No! But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try, damn it! So, he was going to set this thing in motion! Macht had a guy in a red wig knock on Ira's door, with his finger covering the peephole so she couldn't see outside of it. If she asked who was there, he'd play a recording of Macht saying "It's me, Macht. Can I come in?" Meanwhile, Macht himself was rappelling down the side of the building, waiting outside her window, off to the side so she couldn't see him. I feel like Sam Fisher right now...Ira Defaire |
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 16, 2015 22:45:01 GMT -5
Ira frowned, as she dragged her sweater, albeit rather messily over her head, allowing little strands of her damaged hair to be caught into the yarn. Hearing the doorbell, her gray eyes narrowed with suspicion. She didn't have much visitors, and most were either too unfamiliar, or perhaps were unfortunate enough to be the receiving ends of her scathing remarks to actually desire to knock on her door.
"It's me, Macht. Can I come in?"
Her eyes narrowed further, as she attempted to peak through the peep-hole, and was greeted by an unruly mob of crimson hair. Her right hand wrapped itself around her door knob, as she yanked open the door, all too ready to insult his hair.
"You look like a muppe-"
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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 Oct 16, 2015 22:54:23 GMT -5
Ira would see a short, fat man with a black mustache, smiling at Ira and holding a voice recorder. As she opened the door, he turned around to run, but he was very, very slow, so he wouldn't get very far at all. As he started running, Macht knew this was his moment to act, and so he would! Totally disregarding the school, or even the girl's room in this moment, he took advantage of the here and now.
Kicking off of the wall, Macht's body would collide with Ira's window, feet-first, and he would release his rope. Landing in a forward somersault, he would charge forward and tackle Ira at the waist. If successful, he would hoist her onto his shoulder and rip through the halls at high speeds!
"Hello, fair maiden. We must away!"
No, this wasn't how Macht usually was. And, no, he wasn't telling her where they were going.
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user is offline ●
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 23, 2015 8:07:23 GMT -5
"Where are we going?" Ira demanded, as she bleakly stared at the floor moving beneath them, as Macht's warm hands were placed securely around her waist.
Huffing against his back, she muttered something under her breath before kicking him, as hard as humanly possible, at the most sensitive spot she could find, while fixating the short, chubby man with the fiercest glare she could summon.
"I'LL REMEMBER THISSSSSSS...!"
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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 Oct 24, 2015 19:49:35 GMT -5
The redhead stampeded through the halls, barreling through any obstacles he might have run into. As he neared the very end of the one they were in, he launched himself at one of the windows, shoulder first, and leaped outside with such force, they ended up outside of the school grounds by the time his feet found cement.
Ira would see, oddly enough, a cleared street and a limousine just waiting for them. Should she stop fighting, he'd hold the door open for her to usher her inside, before entering, himself. If he had to, he would fight her on this.
"So, tell me. Where do you think it is we're going?"
He could be asking because he just wants her to guess.
He could be asking just because he has no idea.
Who really knows, here?
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