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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 1:53:34 GMT -4
2032
Ohio everyone's dead, but the school still stands. Children are the future, but not anymore, really. Welcome to the Gasser County Combined School System! Please read this informative pamphlet on the school rules and clubs. Joining isn't compulsory but it's encouraged for our students! Rules) 1) No running in the halls 2) Check your knives and assorted weapons at the door, they will be returned at the end of the day 3) No more shower sodomy 4) In the event of catastrophe, please remain within school boundaries CLUBS Anime/Japanese Culture - For all things anime and Japan, this is the place to be! Meetings 俺 は ち ん ち ん が 大 好 き Spanish - For all the amigos who want to enjoy la vida and have some diversión after school. Native American - Sioux, Apache, Navajo, it doesn't matter, we're all a brotherhood. Native pride! Student Council - For bringing law and order into the school system! Join up today! Young Entrepeneur's Club - For building better businesses above those who deserve it! Russian Club - Privyet Comrade! If you love Russian culture, join today! трахнуть мою жизнь, товарищ! Woodshop and Metalshop - If you love working with machines, you'll love our clubs! We are not responsible for any injuries experienced during work here. Write Club - Flex your writing arm and your creativity. Start writing today! Horse Club - Do you like horses? We like horses. We like horses alot. Horse club. Cooking Club - For all the chefs at heart. Track Team - How fast can you run? Not fast enough, but soon you will! Football Team - Show some team spirit, tryouts at the field! Traditional Games Club - For board games, card games, and maybe a little bit of video games, we have monopoly and checkers. Please join! Botany Club - Join us on our quest for the legendary "devil's lettuce." Art Club - With a paintbrush in one hand and your dignity in the other, join up today! Engineering Club - Practical skills for a practical world. A/V Club - For audio, video, and beyond! Film screenings on Fridays. Debate Club - Test your arguing skills against other like-minded, and not so like-minded, students. Band - Unleash the musician within you. History Club - Our knowledge is deep and our acne is extensive. Join today! News Team - Help us in our search for the truth, among other journalistic journeys. Join now! Religion Club - All religions welcome! Lets peacefully discuss religion in an orderly and fun meT-DEUS VULT, GOD IS WITH ME, DEUS VULT. Computer Club - If you like computers, this is your refuge! nerd. Chemistry Club - We love chemistry! Fuck the Science Team! Science Club - We love science! Fuck the Chemistry Team! Yearbook Team - *This part of the pamphlet is burnt off, you feel like you shouldn't join up anyhow* Name: Surname: Age (12-21): Pocket Contents: Chosen Club: Physical Appearance: Apparel: Other: CREDITS) Me-stuff Abby-stuff Desh-stuff Lego-stuff Pick-stuff Purring-things Me again-catering |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:54:57 GMT -4
Name: Incomprehensible Russian The name "Vlad" is also written in English Surname: More incomprehensible RussianAge (12-21): 17 Pocket Contents: A Polaroid of a small child in an Adidas sweatshirt, a small flashlight, and a very long shoelace with which to choke people. Chosen Club: Russian Club Physical Appearance: imgur.com/a/IU697Apparel: Other: |
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 4:00:22 GMT -4
Vlad
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Classroom C-2 (The Russian Club)
You awaken to the sound of two idiots sparring outside of your tent. The interior of your tent contains a radio, a small crt television, 30 dollars in small bills, and some recently purchased cans of ham (in juices).
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Dec 20, 2016 4:15:06 GMT -4
Name: Joaquín Surname: Ibáñez-Etxeverri Age (12-21): 16 Pocket Contents: Mobile phone, a sharpened screwdriver, Chosen Club: News Team/Traditional Games Club Apparel: Physical Appearance: Other: no |
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 4:46:10 GMT -4
Joaquín Ibáñez-Etxeverri
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Auditorium H-2 (Traditional Games Showfloor)
Copy lab
You wake up from the monotony of copying fliers advertising a new collection of swords from the wood/metal boys to the ear-raping beating of the printer's 'out of toner' alarm. You've never seen that notification before. Around you are some desks, computers, and the infinite rows of copiers and printers that made up this forsaken closet of a computer lab.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Dec 20, 2016 4:55:29 GMT -4
Joaquín had fallen asleep. Not surprising, he hadn't slept much, no merchant does anyways. He looked at his surroundings before standing up. He approached the printer, with a worried look, that shit wasn't good. He inspected the printer, before looking around, seeing if anyone could 'handle this for a second'.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 5:04:34 GMT -4
Joaquín Ibáñez-Etxeverri
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Auditorium H-2 (Traditional Games Showfloor)
Copy lab
An especially dull faced individual takes hold of the copy machine as you move away from it. The door leading outside of the copy room was only centimeters away.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Dec 20, 2016 5:10:28 GMT -4
Joaquín hoped he walked fast enough to be out of sight before any questions were asked, but slow enough to not raise any suspicions.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 5:32:39 GMT -4
Joaquín Ibáñez-Etxeverri
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Auditorium H-2 (Traditional Games Showfloor)
Main Shopping Floor
Nobody was raised to your absence. The showfloor was busseling with all sorts of merchants selling anything you could possibly comprehend. Doubt anybody would be selling toner, though.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Dec 20, 2016 14:27:34 GMT -4
Joaquín kept walking around the showfloor. He hoped someone had toner, because if nobody here had, then he'd have to go with the Computer Club legion of nerds for help, and those guys were some next-level strange fucks.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 17:18:58 GMT -4
Vlad rubs his eyes and sits up. "Annoying boys should be sleep, not fight." He mutters to himself. Vlad grabs the money and stuffs it in his pocket, alongside all his normal pocket contents, then steps outside the tent in his dirty old Adidas track suit.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 19:00:07 GMT -4
Joaquín Ibáñez-Etxeverri
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Auditorium H-2 (Traditional Games Showfloor)
Main Shopping Floor
The only shops open at this god forsaken hour are the weapons stall and the doctor's hut. The rage cage is also active, featuring two folks from the anime detritus beating one another with ropes.
Vlad
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Classroom C-2 (The Russian Club)
Two idiots were swinging at one another, and, despite the vast obscenities being hurled towards each other, not landing a single blow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 19:11:36 GMT -4
Vlad approaches one of the two fighting boys and clocks him in the side of the jaw.
"Sleep."
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Dec 20, 2016 19:22:56 GMT -4
The Rage Cage is usually fun to watch, but now it was just two dopey weebs doing mundane shit. These are the guys who just scrub the floors of the Cooking Club quarters to get some breadcrumbs, and Joaquín preferred more interesting fights. He sighed, he'd have to go to one of the lifts and hope there was an Engineering Club bloke there to assist. He sure as shit wasn't taking the stairs to the 2nd floor.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 20, 2016 20:11:21 GMT -4
Vlad
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Classroom C-2 (The Russian Club)
The goon falls to the ground as the other shrieks and scampers off.
Joaquín Ibáñez-Etxeverri
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
H Corridor
A fellow stands outside of the elevator wearing orange and clutching a blue toolbox. This is the individual you're looking for.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 23:15:48 GMT -4
Vlad steps on the fallen thugs chest and he continues forward. He hopes to find something interesting to do in this god-forsaken club, even if it means going out looting.
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Themes
Time to help the one who ends realize the errors of their ways.
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Post by Dex on Dec 20, 2016 23:48:04 GMT -4
Name:Eric Surname:Devons Age (12-21):14 Pocket Contents:A lighter and a vial of napalm. Chosen Club:Chemistry Physical Appearance: Apparel: Other:NERD EMO, HATE HIM, BULLY HIM, WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T LIKE HIM. |
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Dec 21, 2016 1:32:36 GMT -4
Joaquín sighed a sigh of relief. "Yo, can you take me to the Computer Club? I know the second floor is fucked but I really need to go."
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Dec 21, 2016 10:26:14 GMT -4
Name: Will
Surname: McKenna
Age (12-21): 18
Pocket Contents: a pocket “cookbook”, a few vials of various chemical reagents, and paraphernalia relating to the creation and consumption of several different psychoactive compounds.
Chosen Club: Chemistry Club
Physical Appearance: The most defining characteristic is the singed eyebrows, followed by his lanky frame, red hair, and brown eyes. He carries himself with an ever-so-slight hunch.
Apparel: Stained white labcoat, plain black t-shirt, grey sweatpants.
Other: His nom de guerre is “Agrippa”.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 21, 2016 11:38:29 GMT -4
Vlad
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Classroom C-2 (The Russian Club)
Looting sounds increasingly nice as you approach the food stall, peddling mostly borscht.
Joaquín Ibáñez-Etxeverri
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
H Corridor
The man coughs and smacks his toolbox on the call button, making the doors open. "Get in, we'll charge the lift fee to your boss man, yeah?" He asks, walking inside, and climbing up into the guts of the machine.
Agrippa
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
E Lab West (Chem base)
Living quarters
You awaken in your bed made of trash bags filled with linens to the sound of the wakeup alarm banging a spoon against a pan. It's morning once again.
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Dec 21, 2016 12:01:12 GMT -4
Agrippa yawned and and clambered out of his makeshift bed. Briefly, his mind held onto the lingering flashbacks of acid-dreams and wild celebrations. Vaguely recalling something about a "dance of bones" after falling asleep, and a victory against one of the club's enemies before, he shuffles into the provision-stores to see what his daily ration is today, if he is to receive one.
His stomach grumbled as he lit up a joint, sour diesel or some similar strain, according to the Botany Club stoner who sold it to him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 17:29:27 GMT -4
Vlad approaches the nearest food stall to see what they're selling and for how much.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Dec 21, 2016 17:49:06 GMT -4
Vlad
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
Classroom C-2 (The Russian Club)
'Food hut' is a restaurant for the discernible poor individual, selling borscht and bread at a light three dollars a piece. You hold fifteen.
Agrippa
December 10'th, 2032
Ohio
Gasser
The School
E Lab West (Chem base)
Chemistry Closet A (Food Storage)
Rations for today are a bottle of fruit juice with a pleasant onomatopoeia on the label, a pre-packaged ham sandwich, and a shrink-wrapped hard boiled egg.
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Dec 21, 2016 19:57:33 GMT -4
Agrippa gobbled down the sandwich and some of the juice. Thus sated, he took another toke and put the joint out. Thereupon he extracted the Sour Diesel that was left and gently tamped out what remained of the slow-burning product. He surreptitiously stored the remainder in his coat pocket, for later consumption or analysis.
He exhaled smoke through his nostrils like a dragon of yore and walked languidly to the main chamber of the Lab.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 22:41:25 GMT -4
Vlad pulls out three dollar bills and pays for some bread.
"What is word on wind, friend?" He asks the shop keep as he takes a bite out of the bread.
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