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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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Broskys Before Hoeskys (Invite)
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 0:26:47 GMT -5
Valo had been bummed out after not getting any word from Raina in about a month. What kind of girl makes out with you on your first date, shows up to your house barely wearing much for your second date, and then just up and disappears?!
Most of the women in this strange city apparently.
In a slump, he found his way into a bar-arcade mixed joint, and ended up at the counter. Flashing his fake ID (which he had for other reasons, but getting the occasional drink was a nice help), he asked the bartender for something strong and sat there with his head down while he waited.
He wondered what was wrong with him, getting hung up over a girl like this. But it's not often a girlfriend just vanishes into thin air. Something in his subconscious screamed deja vu, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
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Post by Ezra Himmelreich on Mar 10, 2015 1:36:07 GMT -5
There we go again at the end of the day where Ezra, the only one who is old enough to actually step into a bloody bar from his God forsaken school of idiots who are incompetent and cares about nothing but their own dicks as they jerk it off in their beds, the poor low sods. He scoffed at the amount of people he recognised with fake ID's in the stupid place where he was a regular enough and an awesome bartender who now tends to his alcoholic and dug needs for free in exchange for hookers that Ezra reels in as his charms would allow.
The poor old bastard doesn't get much action.
But the place was rowdy and Ezra liked rowdy. Large parties are so intimate, where small ones don't have any free space at all. He was spilling over as he danced on top of a table acting like he's a stripper with people clapping cheerinig and even slipping dollar bills into his shoes.
"THANK YOU, GENTLEMEN" he screamed and jumped off the table to get his other pint that he was about to dunk his head in. Though as he turned around he accidentally knocked a lad's head with his elbow.
"Watch where you put your face, for God's sake"
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 3:29:25 GMT -5
Valo was interrupted from his slumber when something hard struck him over the head. Jerking back in pain suddenly, he almost fell from his bar stool before he caught himself, wincing a bit.
"O-ow... um... sorry?"
Should he be the one to apologize? This guy was making him seem like it was his fault that his head was in a position to get hit in the first place. But this dude was really rowdy too and probably wasn't watching himself, maybe already had too much to drink.
Wait, he looked familiar... Whatever, he didn't care right now. The bartender came back with his drink, and all Valo did was stare at it. He wasn't even sure what he ordered, nor was he a big drinker so he wasn't sure what to expect.
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Post by Ezra Himmelreich on Mar 10, 2015 3:50:40 GMT -5
Hey look it's acid burn kid.
What was he even thinking he was drunk he shouldn't listen to himself. Ezra wrapped his arm around this guy's head he didn't even know and accidentally (or not, who the hell knows) knocked his pint glass on the guy's head knocking him over unconscious. Everyone got a bit of a wake up call from Ezra's attack but he laughed on.
"What's wrong bitches?" His arm was cut by the smashed glass, but he cheered on and clenched his feet. "Now it's time to get this poor sod off his ass and get him to PARTAY."
He swung around and grabbed the back of Valo's shirt and tossed him out to the crowd.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 10, 2015 4:11:09 GMT -5
Ow. What the hell.
Valo wasn't rendered unconscious, but the glass hurt like a bitch. He hoped he wasn't bleeding, he couldn't tell, nor could he check because Ezra suddenly grabbed his shirt and threw him into the crowd. He was confused and concerned all at once, unsure of what was going to happen next. A bar fight wasn't something he was betting on, nor was a bar partay.
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Post by Ezra Himmelreich on Mar 12, 2015 7:27:12 GMT -5
"COME ON GENTLEMEN GET AT LEAST ONE WORD OUT OF HIM" He screamed at his bar mates.
The bartender seemed to be bemused of his constant change in atmosphere from quiet days to rowdy filled-with-Ezra-nights. No pun intended you're fucking disgusting. Ezra let the crowd take the lead from there on, each of them pushing the new kid from one person to another before they grabbed his limbs and chucks him into a blow up kids' pool that they'd originally planned so that girls would wrestle in them but the bar tonight was a cock and not a tail.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 14, 2015 3:44:52 GMT -5
Valo was pushed around by the crowd, trying to get them to stop. There were so many of them, and he wasn't in a right state of mind right now, and he couldn't get free in time before he was thrown into a little kids' pool. With a huge splash, he regained his senses as he tried to crawl out of the pool, soaking wet.
"Ugh... damn, what the hell was that for, man?" He called out to Ezra.
He was already down in the dumps, and this totally wasn't helping. He always thought the water splashing was supposed to come after the drinking. He wished he got thrown in a pool of women instead.
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