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This information is vital! It tells you all about the school, so please read it, and refer back to it regularly.
St Trinians School For Young Ladies was founded during the General Strike of 1926, by Millicent Fritton, and her sister, Freda. Although it was originally a very reputable establishment, a series of financial problems and rapidly decreasing standards soon led to it becoming little more than a training ground for female delinquents of every denomination. The teaching staff themselves were far from salubrious, as qualified and honest teachers would not stay at a school where they were unlikely to be paid reglarly, and the pupils ran riot, often in the most literal sense.
Since those days, the school has remained open by a series of fortunate events, devious plots, the irrepressible resolve of the pupils, and the determination of the Fritton family.
Location
The school is located in the County of Barset, which lies an hour's train ride west of London, out of Paddington Station. The County Town of Barset is Barchester. The local residents of the surrounding area all live in fear of the girls from the school, and being posted to the Barset Constabulary is considered by the police force to be a punishment far worse than being fired.
A map of Barset can be found here:
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For the purposes of the game, the school is located between Mill Hill to the east, and Framley Mill to the west, near the centre of the map.
School Song
Most public schools have a traditional song, and St. Trinians is no different. However, always unconventional, the school has more than one song. The official song is as follows:
Maidens of St Trinian's, gird your armour on.
Grab the nearest weapon; never mind which one.
The battle's to the strongest; might is always right.
Trample on the weakest; glory in their plight.
St Trinian's! St Trinian's! Our battle cry.
St Trinian's! St Trinian's! Will never die.
Stride towards your fortune boldly on your way,
Never once forgetting there's one born every day.
Let our motto be broadcast: "Get your blow in first!"
She who draws the sword last always comes off worst.
The school has, in modern days, adopted an unofficial song that is more in keeping with the Twenty-First Century girls who carry on the traditions of mayhem that the school holds so dear:
Make us worthy, make us proud
Teach us not to be to loud
We'll try and fit in with the crowd
But we are St Trinians
We cant fake the way we feel
We were born to keep it real
Hockey sticks and balls of steel
We are St Trinians
You bite us, we'll bite you back
Better be scared when we attack
Feel the fear we're maniacs
St Trinians
Check out our battle cry
A song to terrify
No one can stand in our way
We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end, St Trinians
Defenders of anarchy
So scam all the toffs the neats and the freaks,
Blackmail the goths, the slappers and the geeks,
And if they complain we'll do it all again
We do as we damn well please
ASBOs, the chavs, the emos and their mates,
To torment the slags we offer special rates,
And if they complain we'll do it all again
Defenders of anarchy
We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end, St Trinians
Defenders of anarchy
St Trinians
So scam all the toffs, the neats and the freaks,
Blackmail the goths, the slappers and the geeks,
And if they complain we'll do it all again
We do as we damn well please
ASBOs, the chavs, the emos and their mates,
To torment the slags we offer special rates,
And if they complain we'll do it all again
Defenders of anarchy
Check out our battle cry
A song to terrify
No one can stand in our way
We are the best, so screw the rest
We do as we damn well please
Until the end, St Trinians
Defenders of anarchy
Victorious, Rebellious
We do as we damn well please
Until the end, St Trinians
Defenders of anarchy
St Trinians
Don't let the bastards get you down
The school also has a Fight Song, sung in support of the school Hockey Team while they are busy bludgeoning their opponents and, occasionally, remember to hit the ball as well:
Whack it up, girls! Bung the ball
Thro' Life's goalposts at the call.
Who can stay the Island Blood?
Rub their bustles in the mud!
Gallant hearts and bulldog pans,
Floreat St. Trinian's!
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:46, Fri 19 Feb 2016.