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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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Never? (Macht, Lex, Dawn, Vivi, Anthony)
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user is offline ●
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*insert "100" emoji here*
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No Group
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 22, 2016 17:00:39 GMT -5
 Kevin closed down the student chatroom on his phone, leaned back in a chair and took a deep breath. He was taking a huge risk, but it was irresistable to try. He had just attempted to send a somewhat veiled message---an elementary one at that---in the hopes of drumming up a bit of excitement for the evening. Kevin looked to his left, seeing a desk that normally held his books and classwork, now holding up a few bottles of liquor. To his right was his bed. Atop it sat a number of cigarillo wraps and a large, tinted jar. If anyone knew anything about illicit substances, they'd recognize it as a jar for weed. In the background he was letting Spotify be his personal DJ, playing a shuffled list of popular hip hop. Hell, he actually cleaned the place up so it was presentable. Now...the question was if anyone was bold, bored or crazy enough to stop by for whatever the evening brought.
Macht Stärke Lexington Dawn Antonio Neto Vivi Perish
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user is offline ●
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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It's All Ogre
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Hyperion
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Post by Dawn on Mar 22, 2016 18:56:29 GMT -5
Christa would grin at the message in front of her, she probably needed some fun after all the gross angst that had been happening. Without even replying, Christa would reach into her fridge. Pulling out several foods and a few bottles of something. Making her way out the door, shed hop onto her motorcycle and head to the address in the message.
"Knock knock motherfucker! Christas here." Waiting outside the door, shed tap her foot lightly on the cement.
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Post by Antonio Neto on Mar 22, 2016 19:23:06 GMT -5
"Never Have I Ever, huh?" Anthony thought aloud once he was done reading the message. He wasn't one to leave home at night, but what harm could a little game cause? The freshman shivered, knowing he would regret this reasoning, not that he would turn back now, being at a few feet away from his friend's house.
There he saw a young girl, carrying some food and what he could infer was alcohol. "Hello there. Beautiful evening isn't it?" The black haired boy said, a purple rose already in his hand. Alongside some beer cans. "My name is Anthony. My friends call me Tony. So, you may call me Anthony." He said, jokingly. No problems as of yet, aside from the feeling that the young girl in front of him could, and would, break his neck should he look at her wrong.
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user is offline ●
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*insert "100" emoji here*
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 24, 2016 18:27:13 GMT -5
Kevin rocked back and forth in his chair as he twirled his phone around in his hands. Aside from the music, there was silence. Anybody gonna show up? he wondered. I REALLY hope faculty don't pay attention to that fuckin' chatroom...is there any way I can delete that shit? Kevin prepared to access the chatroom again when Christa came to his door...and it literally scared him out of his seat, the big freshman jumping hard enough that his chair, already balancing on its hind legs, tilted backwards underneath him, spilling him out on the hard floor of his dorm. He groaned before quickly regaining himself, setting the chair upright and answering the door...was that a girl outside?
Kevin took a few deep breaths before answering, attempting to psych himself up. Gotta look cool, right? The fact that he pinpointed Anthony's voice not long after gave Kevin more reason to look like he wasn't deathly afraid of female contact. The door was opened for the two out front, showing 6 feet and 4 inches of wide-eyed intensity dressed in a black Wu-Tang Clan logo tee, baggy black basketball shorts and high-top black Vans sneakers. "YO! THANKS FOR COMIN' THROUGH!" he shouted, doing his best to contain his shaking. Actually seeing Christa at his door made it worse as Kevin went from nervous jitters to just being a mess on the inside. He'd step out of the way so his guests could actually enter. "I'M KEVIN! AND THAT'S MY BOY ANTHONY!" Speaking of which...as soon as Christa passed, he looked right over to Anthony and inaudibly mouthed out a very pressing question to his friend. Sure, it was good to see a familiar face, but still:
WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO!?
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