Fred had an evil smirk on his face today. The setting was the Danger Shop, and currently the room was barren except a large curtain across one wall that Fred stood in front of.

"Today, you get to choose your own final. It's a fight, one that's been programmed. You get to pick, but not in the way you're thinking.

He hit a button on a remote, and the curtain pulled back to reveal a series of doors.

"Pick a door, any door," he said. "And behind it you'll have your final scenario. Beat up the opposition, and you get an A. Don't do as well, well... we'll see. Oh, and before anyone complains that different tests for different people ain't fair... shove it. Life ain't fair. So... who's first? Pick your poison."

The one thing Fred didn't know was that his internet research was going to lead to some strange glitches in his programming.

[ooc: OCD first, plz Final is open!]

There was an e-mail early that morning:

Kids,

Class is canceled due to teacher illness. Next week, we'll make up for it.

-Mr. Dukes

[ooc: Ugh, sorry about my fail. I was all gungho and ready to wake up early and get the class written up... and then I got hit with a gallstone flareup. Bad enough that I am actually on my superpills and WHOA does that stuff make you kinda loopy.]

When students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves in a darkened warehouse, with few lights and single suitcase sitting on a pedestal in the very middle. There were shelves all about with various moddable things on them, mainly just cluttering the place.

Fred Dukes, however, was standing behind the pedestal.

"Mercenary work is pretty simple," he said. "It's a bit of military, a bit of bodyguard, and a bit of crime. All mixed into one. Today's practical example, you all have been hired to protect that briefcase. Now, well... now there will be ninjas. You better stop them. Otherwise you don't get paid. Or in this case... you won't get cake."

He chuckled.

"Have fun."

He stepped off, and left the students to their own devices to fend off the sneaky ninjas.

[ooc: OCD coming Open! Get your ninja action!]

Fred was pretty sure he'd get in trouble for this week. The Danger Shop was set up as a pool hall, and the rotund teacher stood by a pool table and smirked.

"So, today we're going over a career option that some of you might get all self righteous about. Because we're talking about crime. Hitting a person and taking their money is one of the oldest professions. And... well, if you want to do it, I ain't gonna judge. There's also loan sharking, which requires physical threats to back up its high end capital gains, and then there's killing people for money. All good work. For... different definitions of good."

Fred shrugged. "Remember, laws aren't the same everywhere and everywhen. So I ain't teaching you, neccessarily, to break the law. But today, you can try your hand at crime. You can go mug a guy, or collect a debt, or whatever you want. Just don't kill each other. And if anyone beats up a hooker, I'll throw a damn dodgeball at you."

Mr. Dukes believed in open-ended scenarios, here. Much like a GTA game.

"So... go out, do your thing, and try not to get arrested."

Fred leaned on the pool table... which promptly had a leg break under the weight.

"...Goddammit."

[OCD First Open and ready!]

Fred laughed a bit, amused about today's class. Again, it was in the Danger Shop for various needed reasons.

The room was a gym, the type with a boxing ring and various bags and equipment in other areas.

Fred stood by the side of the ring, wearing big red boxing gloves.

"Yeah, I decided to swap the schedule a bit," Fred said. "Bouncing we'll cover next week. This week, it's boxing. It's a sport, but it's a sport about hittin' people. Hell, before I taught here, that's what I was doin'. Now, rules vary a lot, so I ain't gonna worry too much about them today. In fact... hell, what else do you really need to know? Now get on your head gear, grab a mouth guard and some gloves, and I want to see you hit something. Whether it's a each other in the ring, one of the bags, or... well, I got a couple of guys programmed in that you can box with, too. Or, if you're feelin' crazy... me."

Fred then grabbed a hammer and rang the ringside bell. "Go to it. Or I'll throw a damn dodgeball at your head."

[ooc: OCD first, please Open, much like Glass Joe's defense.]

Fred stood in front of the class, wearing what looked to be a large karate gi. They met in the danger shop again, and the surroundings were a replication of a Japanese dojo.

"Now, we're gonna give a crash course in a couple of Asian fighting styles. You can't possibly learn anything real in one damn class, so we're just going to show off some styles. You get to just watch today, for the most part. If I let most of you try, you'll probably break your idiot selves. So. Here we go."

Fred hit a button, which generated a holographic martial artist.

"First, we're gonna show off Fujian White Crane," Fred said. The martial artist started going through some moves. "This is from South China. And, well..."

Fred droned on for a bit, sharing info from the wiki link about the style.

"Next, we're gonna go for Judo," Fred said. Now there were two holographic martial artists, and they started going through a series of throws and chokes. "This is from Japan. Some good stuff, too. Lots of grappling and stuff." He then went into some more detail from the wiki link.

"Finally, we got Muay Thai," Fred explained. The holographic martial artists began to demonstrate various muay thai strikes against each other. "This one's from Indochina, you got that? And, well, as you can see..." Fred then went into some more detail.

"Okay, for the rest of the day?" Fred chuckled, and a movie screen appeared on the wall behind him. "We're gonna watch some Bruce Lee. Enjoy the easy day, kids. Next week it gets interesting."

[ooc: OCD first, por favor Open!]

Fred had the mats out today, but no punching bags.

"Last week we worked on throwing blows," he said. "This week, we're going to talk about making their throws blow."

He laughed, since he thought that was funny. Fred was special.

"There's not exactly an easy way to teach you how to not get punched. You just gotta watch your opponent, and look for tells. And believe me, pretty much everyone has a tell. When you can read your opponent, read their body, you got them in the bag. You ever play that nintendo game, Punch-Out? The same principles apply. When you know what they do before they do it, you can dodge, block, and then punch the ever-lovin' crap out of 'em."

He pointed at the mats. "Y'all are gonna learn on each other. You're gonna wear pads, head guards, mouth-guards, gloves, the works. I don't want anyone cleanin' anyone's clock today. If any of you go to fight club, I expect you to team up with someone with similar skill levels. Try to figure out if you can read your opponent. And if you can... let 'em know. Then they can try and work on 'em."

Fred pointed to the mats. "Practical lesson. Go out there and hopefully fail at hitting each other."

[ooc: OCD first, por favor Open for business]

Today's class met in the gym, for no particularly good reason. Mainly because Fred didn't want to try to sit at a desk in front of a class.

"So y'all are in 'Punching People for Fun and Profit'. If you think you'll cry like a baby and won't be able to handle getting punched in the face at some point during the course, go leave now. This ain't a class for sissies. I won't be breakin' you all in quite yet, today's the easy day. After this, things get harder. We'll learn some fightin' basics the first few weeks, and then we'll be goin' into the Danger Shop to explore some various career options for the violence inclined."

He laughed, a deep, belly shaking laugh.

"I'm Frederick J. Dukes, and I'll be your teacher for this class. I've worked Special Ops for the US Military, and some freelance mercenary work. I've done some pro boxing as well. Long story short, don't give me lip. You'll get detention. Or worse. Now I want you all to introduce yourselves. Name, Class, Fighting Experience, and the biggest thing you've beaten. Me? I took down a tank."

He pointed to a random member of the class. "You start."

After the introductions were done, Fred pointed the TVs set up with Wiis.

"For the rest of the easy day, you get to play Wii Boxing. Next week, we learn how to throw real punches."

[ooc: OCD first, please. ETA: OOOOPEN!]