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[H3]PHYSICAL EDUCATION[/H3]
"[b]Yo, KIDDOS![/b]"

Beauty and brawn incarnate stepped through the doors to the gym, his rippling frame of masculine dreams shining with a light that could only befit an avatar of Charles Atlas himself. Heads and shoulders above the students, the man was, and indeed, his shirtless enthusiasm loomed large above all who had prostrated themselves within the room of physicality. A auburn-haired pinnacle of gains, a disciple of Muscle Heaven who had come to teach his flock the ways of his Lord.

None knew what spiritual journey his comrade in physical conditioning, Agesander, had left on.

But all knew that it was upon his grand, powerful shoulders that the duty of enlightening the students had fallen.

His name was Roy.

[i]Roi[/i] Roy FitzRoy.

And with his arrival, he sought one thing.

How much had the flock already achieved?

"[b]IT'S FOOTBALL TIME![/B]"