Video Game High School (VGHS)(IC)

[ScarletMangekyo]

Silus simply laughed as the two went on a speil about their undying love. He waited for them to finish, occaisionally biting in to his meal. This was entertainment to him so he enjoyed what Kai and Ota were doing. He was so used to the stares people gave others that acted odd so the fact that a crowd had formed and their eyes occaisionally drifted to the 18 year old with mussed hair, glasses and a suit did not faze him in the slightest. He adjusted his glasses slowly and waited for them to finish, eating the last bite of his meal.

"well well well....quite a show" he said, clapping his hands together slowly "I must admit that wasnt the answer I was expecting" He laughed and pointed his fork at Ota "I had half expected you to be all cute and shy and stuff" he moved his fork to point at Kai "and you....I seriously dont know what to think about you any more you crazy person...." He put his fork down and smiled "although....that does give me and idea...Knight.....love...." He slowly mumbled the last few words as he leant back in his chair, imagining a character for a very early alpha MOBA he had been working on "thank you....you gave me an idea" he smiled and shook his head "RIGHT! you two! Im gunna need some Beta testers soon....For a MOBA....up for it...I promise it wont blow up your computers like last time....maybe...."

[Werternut]

First day, and I've already missed about half of my lessons. On my way over to the high school, there was a massive traffic jam delaying the ride for hours. As soon as I got to the school I was given the "warm" welcome from the principle, then was shoved out of the office after.

Following a map on my PDA, I walked over to the lunch room; I'll drop off my stuff later. At the moment, I was starved and didn't necessarily care about caring around a box full. I grabbed a meal and sat at the far end of the table; I preferred being away from others, anyways.

[freddiew]

The class bell rang, signaling yet another fourth period. Another hour spent in front of ingrates and cheesedusters - glory hounding twitchers who didn't know the true meaning of gaming. How many of them could say they alone stood on a stage before a crowd of almost hundreds, sweat pouring off their brow, fist raised towards the heavens in a singular act of defiance as if to challenge to the Gods of Gaming themselves to strike them down. Who among those taking a mandatory introductory course for rhythm gaming could possibly know the heady heights of a career that spanned almost a quarter of a decade?

None of them, I bitterly think to myself. Not even close.

I swig the rest of the Jack Daniels I keep hidden in a chrome flask in my back pocket. The other instructors in the teacher's lounge shoot weary glances my way as they make their way towards their classes. Not me. Make the people wait - that's what I always say. Did ZZ Top gallop onstage the minute their concert flyers say they're on? Hell no. Did Slash check to make sure his watch was in the correct timezone so he wouldn't miss the sound check? Not a chance. Does EVH worry about the audience getting impatient while he's getting blown by a groupie in the back of the tour bus? Probably, but that's because Eddie was a consummate showman. True class act.

I pour out the rest of my liquor for the fallen heroes of rock. Not since the rhythm gaming revolution has a true rock god ascended to fill the void those giants left behind as one-by-one they all drank, drove, or screwed themselves to death despondent and frustrated that the entire music industry would shift to focussing on rhythm gaming literally overnight. I mean that - literally, overnight. January 12th, 2014. The day the music died.

In the years that followed you had your share of rhythm gaming legends. They said Slasher69 played with a broken wrist at Budokan (he injured it falling down the stairs to the john). Mincemeat and Co. popped go pills until their drummer Vincent D'fornio's heart exploded in the middle of a 72-hour endurance marathon against The Shindigs.

And me?

I had my glory days. I rest easy at night knowing I faced the best of them and won. How was I supposed to know how much damage a really good lawyer some groupie is related to could inflict? How was I supposed to know that Craigslist isn't the best place to find a lawyer, let alone a sober one? In the end, I stood at the foot of the steps that ascended to Rock Valhalla and turned away from that light because of a stupid decision I made on a July evening after a show involving aforementioned groupie, a troupe of midget strippers, and the world's first (and, as I would discover the following morning, last) living donkey/goat hybrid.

As the janitor grabs his mop, I grab my gray leather jacket and I'm off. Time to shine.

It takes me about twenty minutes to realize the empty classroom I'm in isn't, in fact, Rhythm Gaming 101a, but a storage closet. These days it's hard to tell given the places they've put the class in the past. Should've known better than to expect my classroom to stay in one place from year to year.

After wandering the halls and popping a few wheelies just to prove I still got it, I finally find the damn room and slam in.

Two things immediately wrong with this picture:

1. Half the students aren't here.
2. There's some twerp up at the front of the class.

"Mr. Wong," Problem #2 stammers at me, "I was just letting your students know that after a grace period of..."

"The hell is this!?" I roar as I wheelie the bike into his ribcage. The twerp stumbles back - his glasses fly off his face. He crumbles onto the ground whimpering.

"Who's this noob!?" I demand. The class gives me nothing but blank looks. Gonna have to work on the attitude department with this year, I can tell already.

"I'm... the chairman of student affairs" four-minus-two eyes manages to stammer out. "I'm just..."

"Just interrupting the most important class these chumps can possibly hope to take at VGHS!" I finish for him. A girl in the front row suppresses a chuckle.

"I saw that" I say, shooting her an ice cold steely gaze. She rolls her eyes.

"I just wanted to let you all know that we're going to be running sign-ups tomorrow, and to have your primary and alternates picked out beforehand" he said, putting his glasses back on and rising to his feet.

"That all? Good. Get out." I tell him. He complies.

I turn back to my class. "Where's the rest of you?" I ask.

"This is it," the girl who guffed me earlier says. "Rhythm isn't mandatory this year."

In the back, two lovebirds were awkwardly groping each other and jamming food in each other's mouths.

"Hey! You two!"

They froze like a deer that's been shot and put in a freezer.

"No mackin' in my class! The only mackin' you should be doing is on your instru.... what the hell is this does nobody have any instruments?"

Everyone looks confused. Some guy coughs like a total wimp.

Once again I've been ripped off. Not only does my class consist of lovebirds and sassy lasses, not a single person in here is prepared to bring the pain.

"Christ... Alright listen up losers. First thing you need to rock is a vestibule, alright? You need to get some instrument controllers first thing because..."

I'm rudely interrupted by the class bell. People are up and out of their seats before it finishes ringing. As they file out the door, I can tell their hearts aren't in it. I can also tell that nobody will have an instrument next class, which means another session was totally wasted.

That's fine. You can't learn what I'm trying to teach anyway.

The classroom is empty. Just like my flask.

Balls.