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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.
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FIGHT FOR LOVE 2: THE SEQUEL! (Event/Open)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 21:07:23 GMT -5
(OOC: Another silly non-canon thread (at least if anyone dies). Those from the first thread, you get the gist. To anyone new, this is a silly battle for a poor girl being given away as a prize as the waifu. One post per round (meaning no posting again until I do) so that it's easier on me to GM as required. The last thread was insanely over-the-top, and while I like insane antics, try to keep it a bit more low key this time. Comedy is key, but people refusing to take any sort of damage even for the sake of comedy just drags it on too long. Unlike the last thread, I'll move this one along EVERY 24 HOURS, so if you don't post in time I'll just skip you and you can just post in the next round. If you're in the middle of a fight, however, then it'll be assumed that the worst possible event happens to your character. If Jim is punching Bob and Bob doesn't post, Bob gets punched without any resistance. Most importantly though, have fun!) Once again, our fighters would find themselves in an arena that looked as if it came out of Rome. A crowd would be chanting for blood to be spilled, and if one looked, they would see the crowd was dressed entirely in togas with a couple of cowboys in there for some reason. There was also a donkey IN a toga and a cowboy hat, but no one paid it any mind. The king would would rise and give a speech to everyone. "Hello, my denizens. I am King Douchieus Maximus, and you are here to witness several brave warriors fight for the hand of a lovely bride once more!" The crowd cheered as he gestured towards the woman at his side, but stopped suddenly. He looked over and saw Zoe dressed in a more princely outfit, complete with a fake mustache. "M-my bride... why are you wearing that...?" He looked down to the fighters, realizing that everyone was cross-dressed. All of the males were pink dresses with their hair done. The king stepped back, stumbling onto his throne. "Great gods of Rome, what is happening... Whatever, just fight." (OOC: Dice rolls will be done every round to determine if character actions will succeed, and environmental changes and traps may occur. Your first post is ordinary, just describe what you're doing in the arena for your start, perhaps give an awesome heroic speech for the bride, woo the crowd over, and be a bawss.)
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Post by Sven on Apr 3, 2015 21:29:54 GMT -5
Sven was just dealing with school projects, when out of nowhere he was sent here? Taken to the dressing room, he fought for freedom only to be sent out onto the field of glory. What the fuck was happening, why was he dressed like a girl and why did it work so well!!! His hair was straighten to be put into pony tails, he was given a body suit and small padding around his chest area. Some barely useful armor and whatever weapon that he could get his hands on, why did this even have to do with him looking like this!?
When it came down to the field, he was given a chance to fight for some women. Why did it even matter and how come this was getting worst by the second. Why did he want to please the base gods and the crowd was cheering away for them all. Maybe this was chance to throw away logic and go for the gold! "THIS BATTLE SHALL BE FOR THE FAIR PRINCE, I SHALL SPILL THIS FIELD WITH - Insert a very violent comment here-" Said the very stylish warrior with the red locks of hair. Looking around the field, he would have to deal with others right? Studying the field would be the most important part of this battle and how he would like to take on.
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Apr 3, 2015 21:42:46 GMT -5
Katsumi poofed into the middle of a field and furrowed her brows. What in the hell...? Was she... in a Colosseum? What was with all of the cheering? And what on earth was that man going on about? Fighting for some girl's hand in marriage? He didn't mean her, did he?
Yet a compound bow was in her hands, so she assumed so. Yet... Katsumi's eyes bulged and she yelped quite loudly, entirely uncharacteristically for the silent rogue. Not only was she not dressed as a boy and disguised, but she was dressed like a catgirl. A skimpy catgirl! She had barely anything on at all! A feverish blush coloured her cheeks, her entire face growing red, and her hands wrapped around her body.
Instead of being fearful, Katsumi mostly became pissed off, flustered beyond belief. And so Katsumi hissed in Japanese, not all unlike a cat, "Y-You have to be f-fucking kidding me...!!!"
Whoever's sick game this was would pay with their very FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Vivi Perish on Apr 3, 2015 22:06:17 GMT -5
Vivi was just doing her thing, and POOF she was in the damn arena again. To make matters worse, she was wearing a tight outift that looked like something an assassin girl would wear in an anime, and there was a sharp katana in her hands. Last time she was here she had to deal with a belly dancing Arose, a creepy-ass king, a jiggle butt gang, and of course, being the waifu prize. Now some other poor girl had this position. Poor thing. Vivi wrinkled her nose at her outfit and glanced around the colosseum, spotting a young lady in a cat outfit. The poor girl looked really upset, probably wasn't her choice outfit. In any case, she wanted to find a way to slash Douchieus Maxiumus, and if she couldn't do that, she'd beat people up for exp, cuz yeah. "I can't decide if I need a hug or an assault rifle..." she murmured, "Aww screw it, I have a sword. Imma kill some bitches."
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Apr 3, 2015 22:13:34 GMT -5
The dark blue haired boy took a bold step forward into the unknown. Last time, he fought to help his brother. He wasn't there for the prize. This time... He fought for himself and his heart. He was going to step forward, make a name for himself. He was going to fight heroically and valiantly in order to impress her and win her heart. The boy fixed the bottom of his dress before he stepped out into the great unknown. After all, have to look your best. "I'm not here for games. Let's make this serious."
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Post by Sebastian Ruthkowski on Apr 5, 2015 1:06:05 GMT -5
Sebastian would appear in the ring just in front of Katsumi in a cloud of smoke. As the smoke cleared, his imposing stature would be revealed, showing everyone a very, very muscular man in a skin-tight black dress with a thigh-high slit on either side. His hair was tied back into a ponytail, and he had black lipstick and eyeliner on, as well as thigh-high tights and dark sleeves on his arms. His feet were equipped with 6'' heels with switchblades where the actual heel would be. The best part? He was rocking his outfit.
"Stay behind me, Hiroshi,", he started, cracking his knuckles. "I will protect you from any harm that may befall you. On my life, you will be the victor of this round."
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Post by Zoe on Apr 5, 2015 1:10:19 GMT -5
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That's all that ran through the young girl's head as she sat next to the strange looking man. How did she get here and why was she dressed in some Disney Prince outfit.. But most of all, why was she wearing a fake mustache!? And why did it come with glasses that were three prescriptions too many!? She had to squint to see anything. Standing, she'd raise a hand to wave goodbye to the weird kind.
”I'm.... going to leave now, kay?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 1:40:16 GMT -5
Not since the days of yonder past didst Sir Williams find himself in a quandary such as the moustachioed maiden in front of himself and in such revealing garb at that. He was practically a harlot beneath of the good king's eyes. How could he stand for such tomfoolery? Nay, he needed to prove that not all that glisters is feminine nor that he hath discarded his manhood.
"If fights be the test of love, punch on; Hit me excessively, that, surfeiting, The desire may sicken, and so die." he bellowed, arms out and heart stricken with pain.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Apr 5, 2015 4:03:48 GMT -5
A bolt of lightning would strike the arena randomly, and Valo would appear, his face much like this. On his hands, he wore a pair of experimental gauntlets he made at Yuy Corp. He was wearing a frilly pink dress, and had cat ears on, but it did not stir his determination. He happened to land right in front of Vivi, and he would turn and look at her. "I fight for no prince, but I will fight for you." He spoke, his voice coming out much deeper than normal in an effort to be more manly. He was in overprotective big brother mode, and he was going to whoop ass. But Vivi still wasn't getting any beer.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 4:04:21 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 4:12:31 GMT -5
A large jet of fire exploded in the center of the arena, creating a huge bonfire that would burn brightly. A large amount of heat radiated from the flames, and the crowd went wild as they witnessed it. While no one was near it at the moment, it certainly would hurt if someone were knocked into it. The king rose to the applause of the crowd, a smile on his face. "Brave warriors... you must fight and die for our amusement. The only way out is to kill. You may begin." Zoe would find herself unable to leave so easily, as two large burly men dressed as fairies would come up and stand at either side of her. She was going to have to figure out how to pass these dudes. Sven would find nothing but the giant bonfire and a lot of discarded weapons scattered about the arena. (OOC: The Fight For Love has officially begun. Your job is to beat the crap out of each other. Zoe's job is to do whatever the hell she wants since she's the prince(ss) and can decide to escape or figure anything else out. Fighters can try and escape as well, but dice rolls will determine your success. There is NO post order. Once the round is up, just post. Try to keep it to one post per round if possible, please.)
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Apr 5, 2015 19:25:37 GMT -5
"VALO! COME WITH ME!"
Shouting to his brother, the dark blue haired boy would look up charging forward. Kicking a sword into the air, he would grab it. The boy's frame, would move faster before launching into the air, causing a small tremor along the ground as his body lifted off. The boy would narrow his eyes... the real target was... THE KING!
Move... Faster!
The boy commanded his body. He would do a double jump in mid air before flipping forward and increasing his momentum. As he moved closer to the king, he would bring his left hand onto the hilt of the sword to meet his right. The boy would let out a fierce roar as he brought his sword up in a diagonal arc, from his bottom right, to his top left. Shugo was prepared to put an end to this fight before it even began.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Apr 6, 2015 20:19:36 GMT -5
"Fool. I am not here to aid you."
Valo spoke as Shugo jumped off, channeling energy into his fists through his gauntlets. His eyes scanned the arena, searching for the most potential threat from the opponents around him. He was ready to crush anything that would dare harm his sister.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:26:35 GMT -5
No one posted much but the time limit is up so new round time...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 20:30:52 GMT -5
Shugo would slash through the king, and he'd fall to the ground dead. He looked victorious for a moment, before the throne the king sat on got up and kicked Shugo in the junk, sending him flying back into the arena.
"You fool, I'm the real king." The throne talked, before moving up and revealing the real Douchieus Maximus. Shugo had killed a body double.
Valo found nothing useful.
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