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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.
Full Story Here.
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Enkauston Challenge ( Augus vs Felix )
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I don't put the napkin in my lap when I eat, because I trust myself.
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Post by Rire-chan on Nov 29, 2015 9:39:54 GMT -5
ENKAUSTON CHALLENGE
Rules of Competition: - All the stories submitted will be checked for copyright. - All the stories have to be PG 13. - The stories submitted will have to adhere to the writing prompt. - Your character/ the account you are competing with cannot transfer the Eukaustan item/prize to another account. - You may only compete against one Enkauston every week. - Even if you didn’t win, you’ll still get something, depending on the quality your submission. - Everyone that compete gets at least 1 EXP. - Enkaustons are allowed to turn down any amount of challenges if they already won three that month.
- - - DETAILS PARTICIPANTS: AUGUS. vs Felix Booker PROMPT: COUP D'ETAT DEADLINE: GMT: 3/12/15 10pm
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Current Status: Going Fast.
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The King of Beasts
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Post by Felix Booker on Nov 29, 2015 17:23:55 GMT -5
Guess my name is Ferlix now
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Post by Rire-chan on Nov 30, 2015 5:48:58 GMT -5
Guess my name is Ferlix now Shh, it's edited now, dang it.
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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Post by AUGUS. on Dec 3, 2015 22:02:27 GMT -5
Boston, Ukraine, Egypt, these places and many more knew the harsh, unbearable grasp of oppression and inequality that came with a controlling power exercising it's hierarchical position. The iron fist that grinded itself against the cheek of free will, demeaning any sense of self worth and uniqueness, enforcing the stringent routine of falling in line, following unreasonable rules and demands, a bleak existence if there ever was one. Their regime would be challenged, strained, embarrassed. They would endure the pale sight of life they had spread across their sheep, flocked together and herded. A reckoning was upon them.
The rumors would be spread with a verbal quiver, a hesitant excitement growing with every mention of change. These mere men in power had assumed the identity of monsters, the facade of creatures, they went bump in the night and the sheep jumped with every thud. Finally something would bump back. A modern resistance was occurring, the scale much smaller than those hailed in story books, but still very major to those involved. The decrypt halls of imprisonment had taken on a form of their own. Battered and bruised from the constant conflict breed within, chipped walls and dented floors instilling a broken character into the brick institution.
A foreign silence reigned supreme, the usual calamity heard within the longstanding giant absent, or maybe it was just lagging behind. Each step grew louder, heavier, every movement forward carrying the added weight of a dream, a goal, the weight of change itself would seat itself on his shoulders. Each step would be as light as the last however, the thud of his boots hitting the floor resonating throughout due to the hallowed silence. As the thumps become louder, others would take notice, nary a word spoken but an understanding established simply by looking at the boy as he continued his strides.
Before he knew it, an army had formed behind them. The souls of the oppressed stepping in toe with him as they supported his ideals, following behind his commanding lead. Comrades would stand with him, one no greater than the other, all forming together to create the force needed to put their money where their mouths were. The legion behind them would do their part, word spreading like wildfire as the entire campus grew in a silent uproar, everyone vying to see the outcome of their bold declarations.
The mob of bodies would end its journey in the courtyard of the public atrocity, waiting for them the most stringent symbols of their oppression. The lapdog of a system gone mad, the four corners upholding the chaos called law and order. They knew full well what was to come, they didn't run from the challenge, they hid all fear of it. Maybe it was brazen arrogance, maybe they were just betting on themselves much like Augus and the others, maybe they were just ignorant to the truth, the future that laid in wait.
The pillars would crumble, the establishment would fall, and from the rubble and ash, something would grow. What that was was as much a mystery as the next, but that couldn't stop them from trying, settling for scraps was no longer an option. Change is evitable, they were just placing themselves on the best side possible.
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Post by Rire-chan on Dec 4, 2015 21:10:25 GMT -5
POSTPONED
Felix Booker has postponed this round, for he is unable to post. Hence, this challenge shall be postponed until we determine when he's able to post again. This prompt, however, is still valid, and entirely open for editing until the contestants are notified of the new deadline. The prompt will not be changed.
In the meantime, Augus will be granted +3 EXP purely for participating, and further rewards might be given at the end of the challenge.
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Post by Felix Booker on Dec 11, 2015 23:55:34 GMT -5
Felix's heart thrummed in the center of his chest as he looked at the double doors. The heavy footfalls of the crowd behind him, punctuated each beat of his heart. He let out a shaky breath, "It's go time." He muttered, steeling himself for what he was about to do. He made an about face, a sea of people dressed in black hoodies, and bandannas looked up towards him, up to him, for guidance. The crowd was like a living animal, expecting him to say something profound, and if he fucked up -- which he was sure he would, they would turn on him and eat him alive. 'Just go. You don't owe them anything. This wasn't even your idea.' At the moment, more than anything in the world he wanted to listen to the pessimistic, insecure voice in the back of his head and just back down. Just give up and go home, throw all their efforts like a whispered prayer on the wind.
He gripped the megaphone tightly in his hand, as he tried to come to a decision. Felix stood his ground, he was wound tight; every muscle in his body straining, and standing out with a desperate, reckless energy. The leaders of the school were dead. It was just him and a few others, all his friends . . . and he could be next, along with these band of idiots that had come with him. He gritted his teeth, the right choice was clear. They were his responsibility, and he would take them and give them what they wanted . . . "Freedom." the roar of the crowd died down at that word, at that idea, at that thing they were all fighting so desperately for, that they were willing to put their lives on the line for. "I was never good at these.", Felix said, his voice cracking at the last word, memories flooding his brain, as the was reminded of when things were simpler. When the endless battles were harmless, and how they constantly strived to better themselves. Now they were fighting to just make it through their daily existence, which was hell.
He remembered it clearly as if it were yesterday. The new student dean arriving on campus, Zoe's death; the first of many. The famed 'strongest' were crushed under foot by the new authority, as a message to show them that resistance was futile. 'If your best fighters could do nothing, what could you do?' Felix had watched as Lightning Gang was all but slaughtered, he was the only surviving member. He remembered his friends, his heart ached, a black hole that would absorb any emotion he had left, and leave him a lifeless husk. He had done it already, staring listlessly outside his apartment window, refusing to do anything as the Dean and his Apostles got picked up by the government and instituted in every school. And like a viral infection they spread, from glorified school security, to the new police force, to mobilized military units. Luca had essentially taken over the world. And in Felix's eyes it was his fault.
He continued, blinking away the tears that threatened to block his vision, refracting the light perceived at odd angles. "But it doesn't matter. We're here now. They didn't believe us when we said this wasn't how you conducted justice! They didn't listen because we were the dregs of society, the unwanted, the failures, the thugs." A person began to nod their head, speaking out in consent. Like dominoes a murmur of agreement pulsed through the crowd . . . his crowd. The power surged at his gestures, at the mere words he spoke. A warm feeling sunk into the pit of his gut, as the power of the crowds energy, filled his every fiber. Now he spoke out, confident, and clear. His words, liquid silver, running warm and hot into the ears of his listeners and molding them to his purpose, to his ideals. He finally understood how people in positions of power became so corrupt. It was so ironic, he almost laughed. Almost. Instead he continued his speech."But now we're all society has got to ever return to a degree of normalcy. Murder isn't justice!"
The crowd was a cacophony of chanting and shouts, before one chant was stuck to by one person. Felix watched as the crowd quickly picked it up, and shivered with conversely both fear and joy. The once discordant crowd was now an organized group filled with a singular purpose. "Freedom. Justice.", as the crowd phrased it. "Now! LET'S GO GET OUR FREEDOM, AND MEET OUT JUSTICE!" With an rapturous shout, he turned on his heel and kicked down the door. Luca's forces were there to meet them, man for man. They weren't deterred however, they didn't expect their freedom to come without a cost. With a bloodcurdling shout, he grabbed one of the New Age Apostles by the neck and flung him far into the crowd. Luca looked down at them from the rafters of the building. A stone faced expression, that revealed nothing of what the man was feeling.
All around him fighting ensued, while Felix and Luca stood as still and picturesque as a painting. He could feel the impact of every punch, reverberating from the toes on his feet, up to his gut. And with a rapturous roar he called out to Luca, the face of their adversity and said. "Coup D'etat bitch!" Felix shouted as a loud blaring went off in his ears before he woke up with a start. Wrestling with his blankets after the jarring experience of being removed from his dream. He looked over to his alarm clock that read, 7:30. Felix let out a long sigh of relief, laying back on his bed and breaking his alarm clock with a swift backhand that sent it careening into the far wall and shattering into fragmented bits of black plastic that now dotted his carpeted floor. He shot an accusatory glance to his nightstand, where his radio played 'Revolución' propaganda on repeat. The stillness in his room, mirrored his own inner emotions before he groaned, putting his face into the palms of his hands. "Mierda!"
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Post by Rire-chan on Dec 12, 2015 22:13:54 GMT -5
RESULTS Winner: Felix Booker
Felix gets +3 EXP for his wonderful entry, and he retains his position as Gamma! Congratulations, Felix!
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