RPGC High - The Story

It’s dead ;-;

NOOO! It can’t die!!
Is there a(n) <strike>doctor</strike> author in the audience?!

Wait… That was a very stupid question…

Cannot comply, writing in progress; On hold/Cancel?

Here we go:

RPGC High #2

The air was practically flowing with negative waves. Had she been a grade school teacher, there would have been tears and possible cases of permanent damage to the students’ psyche. Now, everyone was merely petrified to their places.

“I ask of you CRACK once more…”, Allison started menacingly, brandishing her Bullwhip.

“WHICH ONE OF YOU, IN THE NAME OF RAST F***ED MY JIM ASIAN CARPET?”

The wave of hot air made the front row students’ hair flow along… but the effects were stormy in their minds. GG and Erik wanted to raise their hands up, but that didn’t seem like such a good idea, now that Mrs. Rogers had that bullwhip in her hands.

“Umm… May I speak freely, Alli… er, Mrs. Rogers?” asked Mazrim. A silent groan was heard from pretty much everyone present and not scared to half-death.

DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD, THE WICKED WITCH…

“I really hate admit it to you in front of class, but I hate that bell. But if I catch the little conniving sneak who messed up my rug, I’ll K-”, Allison was about to speak up, but the students were already moving out of class… which was quite appropriate after the 45 minutes of silence and shouts.

All except Mazrim. He had grown somewhat accustomed to the agressive methods employed by the math teacher, so he wasn’t that ‘motivated’ to get out of class. In fact, he rather enjoyed seeing the teacher perform. And besides, the students were boring to talk with anyway.

“So, Mr. Taim. You wish to confess, or merely launch another great anecdote to impress me with?”, Mrs. Rogers asked with a sardonic tone. Mazrim smiled and got up from his seat. He knew she already know this trick, and he wasn’t going to take an extra 4 pages of homework.

“Well, actually, I was going to ask you about the linear optimizing thing a bit further, but since you seem to have some other matters to attend… Bye”, Maz said, slowly slithering towards the door, and finally slipping out lightning fast.

Allison thought a bit about the little scene and then went back to writing another painful story about linear optimizing and advanced astrophysics.


A quick cut sliced the dummy’s head off. Percival Cole’s ability with the longsword was commendable, even though swordplay was merely a minor pastime in his scholastic studies of the European war history. “And that, as they say, is that. A longsword like this could easily break a man’s arm with a solid blow!”, he said, leaning onto the sword.

“Bah.” was heard somewhere amongs the student body. “Mr. Shinigami, would you happen to have something to share with us all?”, Percival asked the young man, obviously bored with the whole show. “I didn’t ask Mr. Sinistral to lend his items from personal armory for nothing…”, Mr. Cole was about to start, but was quickly hushed by Michael Shinigami.

“Look, I don’t have anything against this whole mess you’re trying to feed us, but if you wanna talk swords, you should consider the finest available, like the Katana. Now there’s a weapon if you ask me!”, Michael proudly exclaimed. There was no person more knowledgeable in the subject, but then again, everyone knew it, after a few hours of talk with him; If one let him choose, he would probably be a japanese person himself.

“If I had a Katana from Sinistral’s collection, I’d gladly allow you to make a presentation. The only problem is, I’m not well versed with the samurai sword, Mr. Shinigami. I would consider it extra credit for you, if you were to arrange us a display of Japanese swordsmanship…”, “Kenjutsu.”, Michael corrected. “…Kenjutsu, then.” Percival knew of Michael’s passion with the oriental culture, and most likely would lose in the amount of knowledge to the japanophile.

Michael, on the other hand, felt a slight sting. He was used to getting into an argument after such commentary, but such easy extra credit? (“Cake.”)

“Mr. Cole, may I interrupt for a second?”, Ashley, the group’s swordie #2 asked. Some wild rumors flew around that she could cut a living person in two. “If Mike here is going to do swordfighting, can I assist him in the endeavour? I suspect no-one else here can go banzai aswell as I can with a Katana.”, Ashley queried in a calm manner. Michael was surprised with getting volunteer so quickly to do his little show with. Of course, it didn’t trouble him that it was a girl either… He could just put his victory/loss on the fact that it was a girl.

“How about it, Mike? There’d be your showpartner right off the bat.”, Percival turned to the thinking Shinigami.

“Well… I guess I could work with her. I won’t claim any responsibility if she gets hurt though, sensei.” Michael answered, a bit arrogantly.

“I won’t.”, Ashley quickly spat.

“I have a feeling she won’t. All right everyone, class dismissed. Mr. Shinigami, you have three days. That’d be Friday? Yes. We’ll be looking forward to a good show, you two!”, Percival concluded, and began wandering towards the teacher’s lounge.


“Hey.”, Matt Harvey, the “Karate Kid” butted in as Micheal and Ashley discussed about the Katana-show.

“I can swing a sword good too. Not as good as a roundhose to your face, Mike, but if I can get in a good fight and get extra creds, I’m up to it…”, he told the two.

“Mike?”, Ashley said, while having a glance towards the interrupter.

“Well… actually, I think we could do just fine with the two of us, but if you insist, I would GLADLY slice you a scar… of course, you’d probably wound up losing too much blood if I wasn’t careful enough…”, Mike said in a menacing manner. He obviously didn’t like “Angelo” here, who had gotten two letters already with the name, all with fine handwriting and smelled nice. “You wanna fight, or just want to date the heel of my boot?”, Matt asked with a sarcastic tone.

“Boys, boys. Either I kick both of your asses or we get along now nicely. Now Mike, you were saying aomething about acquiring those blades?”, Ashley stopped the quarrel short.

Mike scratched his forehead and turned around and pointed towards the teacher’s lounge. “The blades are held there. Our only problem is that Sinistral’s such a hott… hothead, that he refuses to borrow us his blades, even for a short while.”, he told the two.

“Our problem is that simple? I think I just know who to turn to… We need someone sneaky and smart-mouthed enough to get Sin’s defenses down…”, Matt started his plan.

Ashley reminded him that Valerie isn’t going to hit on Sin anymore after that last cacophony of swears on the girl. “Not quite exactlty what I had in mind. Remember who stole Mrs. Roger’s copies of yesterday’s quizzes?”

Mike and Ash both nodded in understanding. “Chris Asmadi.”, all three concluded.


After a bribing session lasting 5 minutes and a few life-threatening nuances, Chris was persuaded to “Acquire” the swords from Sinistral’s collection. What he would get from this after all the trouble would be Hades’s prized far-away seat in Allison’s class between Tricia and Vanessa, both of which not only HAdes, but Chris regarded as drop-dead cute and gorgeous, and $20 from Ash and Matt.

“I’ll be on my way then!”, Chris happily exclaimed and left the trio to plan their next moves.

After getting around the corner, Chris got nervous. So nervous that he began to sweat. (“What in the name of all that is sacred am I supposed to do!? I know it’s Van and Tricia, but still…”), he thought to himself, until he was bumped into by “Him”, or Hugh Jass, like the teachers referred him. The disfigured madman of a janitor grunted at him and continued sweeping the floor in a rushed manner.

“Bloody maggots, you’re all going to DIE!”, he threatened the greasy stain on the floor.

(“Bingo!”), though Chris and borrowed a ring of keys from “Him”'s cart in such a wind-like and swift movement that would’ve amazed pickpockets around the world.

“Say, uhh… dude, I’d give those filthy worms a splat of Febreze!”, Chris commented like his life was on the stake of the mop “Him” vielded.

“Huh?”

“Febreze. Febreze solves everything.”, Chris laughed and walked along the hallway towards the teacher’s lounge to analyze the challenge he was given.


(Writer tired as heck and Trance soundtrack won’t keep me alive. Will continue in the morning.)

if you’re really going to do something that could get as involved as this Mabat, you should find <strike>some poor unsuspecting sap</strike> some helpful individual who’s willing to htmlize the character profiles, the stories themselves, and any additions and changes. That way things are better organized and you can focus your attention on writing.

Good so far though, has potential. Although I get all the character names confused :stuck_out_tongue:

I’ll HTMLize it all.

If someone could draw some character portraits, that’d be cool too… I could do some, but take note, I lack the ability to make things look helluva good… merely OK. :stuck_out_tongue:

Awsome maba! =D

And I would be happy to help with any html or other junkers you need ^^ Just ask! The command is your, M’lord. bows in a mock perc style, but ends up stumbling much to his own amuzement

Anyways, yeah ^^ Just ask!

:kissy:

Mabat has been doing “me” pretty well so far.

And Febreeze really DOES solve everything.

Even hunger?

:kissy:

Sicne Red Mage himself said that Febreeze solves everything, I guess that includes hunger…

Eat the can or something :stuck_out_tongue:

I could post a pic for a chara portrait. Nice so far.

Pretty cool, so far dude. But like Merl said get some help. Cause this looks like it could be a big project.

Also I like the idea of an extra credit fight. That sounds interesting. And fun.

Yea, if someone would do character pictures, that’d be great (so we can see what the characters look like). I’ll start HTML ASAP.

I’d love to do some character portraits. If Maba or anyone wants to cast me as one of the artists I’ll gladly take the position and draw up some profiles upon request, though, said person has to PM or somehow tell me what they want their Profile to look like :slight_smile:

And by the way, really cute was giggling Shinigami and Matt have no idea what’s in store for them when they associate with me cackle

I nominate myself for character portraits. Now taking requests.

Ooh, ohh, do me! Do me!

Yes, I am aware of how ironic that is, comign from me.

Originally posted by Valkyrie Esker
Ooh, ohh, do me! Do me!
First time a girl has said that to me >>;

Originally posted by Merlin
if you’re really going to do something that could get as involved as this Mabat, you should find <strike>some poor unsuspecting sap</strike> some helpful individual who’s willing to htmlize the character profiles, the stories themselves, and any additions and changes. That way things are better organized and you can focus your attention on writing.

<img src=“http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/tenchimaru/td.gif”> Or you could just ask the fanfic archive maintainers to do this for you. Since, you know, it’s our JOB and we’re probably more experienced at tedious tag hunting than Cala :stuck_out_tongue:

EDIT: Well fuck it then. There’s no point in me doing it if yer just gonna change it to fanfic standards since it takes you a minute to do it.

Originally posted by Tenchimaru Draconis
<img src=“http://www.rpgclassics.com/staff/tenchimaru/td.gif”> Or you could just ask the fanfic archive maintainers to do this for you. Since, you know, it’s our JOB and we’re probably more experienced at tedious tag hunting than Cala :stuck_out_tongue:

I agree with TD. It isn’t like these people have lives. They were -born- to be our tedious work doers. Us Haves should let the work fall on them while we enjoy our utopian sociaty without giving anything back. ^^

Atleast she offered, TD, even if the thought doesn’t count it’s more then YOU just did. :stuck_out_tongue:

Hades, I’d rather have Fiona do it then you… <.<;; Though she won’t, and neither will you :stuck_out_tongue: (Oh and that wasn’t a request.)

:kissy: