Club Penguin Warfare: The First Battles
Club Penguin Warfare:
Book One: The First Battles
Chapter 1: Trapped
December 12th, 2009: I (being as I am TyloV5) moved around the
virtual penguin I was controlling in a “charge” maneuver. I was ordering around a small group of penguins, not the large ones that went to scheduled battle. Being a general in the ACP, I had to help lead troops whenever we went to war with the Nachos (which was like, once a month).
I ordered my small group of ACP soldiers to regroup, and opened fire on Person1233 and his band of nachos. Nachos. I was hungry. Bacon. I love bacon…
Then I remembered: I’m supposed to be leading troops! I looked back to the screen to see my forces decimated, having been charged into submission by the nachos. I ordered a hasty retreat, and logged off Club Penguin. “Stupid Nachos…” I thought to myself.
I wasn’t done on the internet yet. I made my way over to ACP chat, where everyone was hanging out. I saw some familiar names, like Dryvit and Bfan212, and then the familiar bunch of people that I had never talked to, let alone seen, in my life.
“Hola everyone, I have returned,” I exclaimed as I started to talk on chat. No reply. “No respect…” I thought. “Hey Tylo!” It was Rider4429. “Hey Rider, what’s up?” I said to him, though I could have guessed. “The Nachos declared war on us!” “I know Rider.” “Oh…”
“Tylo!” “Uh-oh” I thought to myself, “It’s Fox.” “Why weren’t you at the patrol I scheduled for Delta yesterday?” “Too lazy.” “What!?! You better…” but that was all I saw, because I had just gotten a pc from Saint, and decided to read it.
“Tylo, why are you so lazy all the time?” said Saint as soon as I opened the pc. “Well, seeing how I’m the highest rank I can get promoted too, no point in NOT being lazy, don’t you think?” And before Saint could respond, I left chat.
It was getting late anyway, so I figured I find something on TV and relax. All that was on was Spongebob, so I watched that until I fell asleep an hour later. What I didn’t know that night, was that by morning, I was going to be in an online game fighting for my life. But hey, I bet nobody else knew either.
I woke up the next day on the ground. “Funny” I thought to myself, “I remember falling to sleep on my bed…” but what I saw next made me forget entirely about my bed. I was looking into the eyes of what appeared to be a big hairball with eyes and a mouth, and no legs. All around me there were penguin waddling around, and I was looking at a Night Club, a gift shop, and a Coffee shop.
“I gotta stop watching Spongebob before I go to sleep…” I thought, but then something caught my eye. It was a video recorder. I picked it up, and pressed the play button.
“Dear TyloV5, I am Billy Bob. I am the reason you are trapped in Club Penguin.” Of course! I always knew Billy Bob would try to do me in! “Don’t worry, you are safe… For now. We have left you and your friends enough water and food to keep you alive.” So there are other people trapped. Does Billy Bob really have it out for all these people? “The goal of this experiment is to get you to reconsider being in a group that you call the Army of Club Penguin, by making you experience real CP War.” Uh-oh. “Good day to you TyloV5, and good luck. For you will need it to defeat the soldiers I have recruited…” And with that, the message ended.
“Oh okay, I’m just gonna be fighting for my life in a virtual game where everyone is a penguin. That’s not too bad.” Silence. “AHHH!” I yelled and began running around in circles. People had stopped to stare, but I didn’t care. I just kept running.
“TyloV5, is that you?” said a voice from behind me. I spun around to see Meat a.k.a. Seanehawk staring at me. “Yeah, what’s up?” “I think a better question is what’s up with you?”
I didn’t want to tell him that I was freaked-out because I was stuck in a virtual game, so I said “Running around and screaming is a daily, uhh, work-out that I have to do. Dr.’s orders.” “Sure…” said meat, a confused look on his face, “follow me.”
So with nothing else to do, I followed Meat into the Coffee Shop. And either I had watched WAY too much Spongebob the night before, or things weren’t right in the Coffee Shop.
In one corner was a bunch of machine guns piled up, ready to be used. Next to them were a bunch of green helmets. All around me were ACP soldiers, all looking confused. And on one of the walls, a battle map, with detailed notes about how we were going to be patrolling them. “This is not going to be fun…” I thought, and grudgingly sat down on one of the couches.
Chapter 2: Casualties
I guess coffee has a reverse effect on me, because after a cup or two I passed out on the couch. It wasn’t until I while later that I was woken up. “What the – why’d you wake me up! Havn’t I ever told you not to wake me up?” I yelled at the person who had woken me up, even though I didn’t know who it was. “No, you havn’t told me that…” replied Jediseth.
I got up, straightened up, and grabbed a helmet and machine gun. “So where the heck are we going anyway?” I asked Seth, because I was just mindlessly following him. “We’re patrolling. Me and you are leading the group that patrols the Plaza.” Great. The plaza. “Well,” I thought to myself, “maybe I can sneak off and get some pizza or something.”
When me and Seth finally made our way to the plaza, there was a large group of soldiers waiting for us. “Tylo, I’m ready for some action!” yelled Swat Bandit from across the plaza. “Good,” said Seth “because I have no idea when we’re gonna get some, so you better be ready!” Everyone laughed.
I looked around the plaza, and I can’t say that was too happy about what I saw. There were penguin sprinting through the plaza just to avoid us. Some were yelling “ACP is Anti-Club Penguin!” And others threw snow balls at us for no apparent reason (which, obviously was pointless because we had guns). “No respect,” I thought. “And Billy Bob is going down.”
Suddenly, the pothole in the plaza began to shake. My squad huddled around it, ready to fire. The pothole opened to reveil… Thomas0270. “What? Thomas, what’s up?” I said. “I’ve got bad news,” he said solemnly, “we’ve been attacked. “Well,” I said turning to Swat Bandit, “here’s that action you wanted!” Nobody laughed.
We all made our way down the pothole, through the pool and to the mine. I knew that we may all die here, or we could come out as heroes. Either way, I knew I had to live: I hadn’t gotten a chance to eat my last piece of bacon, and I wasn’t gonna die before I had!
When we entered the mine, we saw a gruesome site. Five dead bodies. ACP soldiers pinned behind a bunch of mine carts that they were using for cover. And a bunch of grey penguin approaching fast. The situation was bad.
“Take cover!” I yelled, and my squad crouched down behind the mine carts. I turned to Wicket, who was leading this squad with Thomas. “What’s the damage Ham?” “Five civilians dead. The enemy keeps coming in through the mine, and we can’t get close enough to block the entrance.”
I was thinking fast. I had a plan, but I knew it was risky. So I decided to take the risk myself.
“Flip over a mine cart. Now!” I barked at my troops. They flipped on over and climbed inside. “Wick, give me some explosives.” Wicket handed me two bombs and I put them in the cart. “Okay, now give me a push at the mine. “You aren’t thinking-” started Wick, but I cut him off. “You bet I am!” I said.
The soldiers pushed me to the entrance of the mine. I could hear bullets rattling the side of the cart. An explosion went off behind me. And then the cart hit the mine wall.
I quickly attached the bombs to the side of the mine, and lit the fuses. I was about to push myself off the wall and back to safety when the unthinkable happened-I got shot. Right in the side.
I fell back into the cart, the pain unbearable. But I had to keep going. That, or I was about to get blown up by the two bombs I had lit.
I hoisted myself up and pushed off the wall. I went rolling to safety. My vision was getting blurry. I had lost a lot of blood. I began thinking about what I had never gotten to do. What I hadn’t been able to see. But I had to make it. Just had to.
I heard the two bombs explode behind me. No more enemy soldiers would get in. We could win. I felt soldier grabbing my arms and pulling me out of the cart. I hear gunfire all around me. I was blacking out. “Let go!” I said to the soldiers who were carrying me up the ladder and into the plaza. It was no use.
I blacked out for a couple minutes, and then suddenly found myself on a couch. I was back at the coffee shop. I was safe. “Don’t worry,” said a voice I didn’t recognize. “The healing packs should have you better in a couple hours. Funny thing about virtual games. They don’t have to be realistic.”
I smiled. Yeah, I had just got shot, and I was smiling. Then I was out. Cold.
Chapter 3: Nightfall
I woke up completely confused a while later. It was night, and everyone was either sleeping on a couch or in a sleeping bag on the floor. I was the only one awake.
I instinctively reached for the spot where I had been shot. It had healed completely. “That person was right,” I thought aloud, “this isn’t realistic.” But I wasn’t complaining about being healed.
I stood up. I was a little stiff from sleeping on a couch, but hey, at least I could walk. And that meant fight. I wasn’t too happy about that part.
I decided to go take a walk outside. Yeah, I was walking around at like, midnight. Why not? I had nothing better to do. So I started to make my way outside.
It took a while to get to the door, due to everyone being in my way. I think I even stepped on a couple people. But after a couple painful minutes (painful for the people I stepped on, that is), I made it to the door.
I walked outside into the cool night air. It had stopped snowing for a moment, and I was glad. The last thing I needed was to freeze to death in the middle of the night.
Then I saw a lone figure, sitting at one of the tables in front of the coffee shop. I walked over and sat down next to him. It was Bfan212.
“So, why are you up?” I asked in that tired voice you get when you wake up before you’re truely rested. “Nothin’ much. You?” “Oh, nothin’ much. I just got shot, no big deal.” “Oh yeah…” remembered Bfan.
I pulled my chair back a bit and put my feet up on the table. “Well, it could be worse,” said Bfan, “you could be dead.” He was right. It could be much worse. But I couldn’t think about the fact that I might lose my life doing this. Not now at least.
“Do you know if we won the battle in the mine yesterday?” I asked calmly, though I was eager to know. “Yeah. Once you blocked off the mine, the grey soldiers got picked off one by one.” “And how many people, uhh,” I didn’t know how to ask, “didn’t make it?” “Ten.” I hadn’t expected it to be that many…
We sat in silence for a little while. I didn’t know what to say next. So, I said “I’m going back to sleep. You should too.” “Yeah, I should,” replyed Bfan. And we both got up to go get some sleep. But we weren’t gonna get any sleep that night.
At that moment an alarm went off somewhere in the coffee shop. People began screaming. Others groaned at being woken up so early. Some people were just yelling for the heck of it. What was I doing. I was wondering why I joined club penguin armies in the first place.
Eventually everyone made their way outside. Somewhere in the confusion I was given my machine gun and helmet, but I’m not sure who gave it to me. Then Saint began to speak, and everyone went silent.
“Some of our night guards reported enemy activity in the pool and boiler room. They holed up at the mine now, and managed to block the entrance to the pool so the enemy can’t get in. They figure we have until morning before they get through. So we gotta go prepare for war!”
War. Great. I just got shot, and now I had to go risk my neck again. Could this get worse?
It got worse.
When we got to mine, I realized we had brought along a lot of shovels. That couldn’t be good. “Squads Two and Five!” yelled Dryvit, who was standing next to a pile of shovels, “you’re with me!”
We all walked over to Dryvit. I knew what he was about to tell us to do. “While the other squads bring in the equipment, we’re gonna be digging trenches to provide us with cover.”
Wonderful. Digging trenches. I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing at Midnight.
So, we dug. And dug. And dug some more. It was really tedious work, and hard work too. “My arms are gonna fall off!” Swat Bandit whispered to me from across the trench we were digging. “I know, but we gotta keep going.” I whispered back.
Finally, we managed to dig out nine trenches. There were three rows of trenches, three trenches in each row. By the time we were finished, it was morning.
War was approaching. We could all feel it coming. “Alright soldiers, you did good last night,” said Saint. “We all pitched in and got the job done. Now it’s time for the real action. The battle.”
And as we stood there, ready for battle, I couldn’t help but think about the ten people that had already died, and how many more would die at this one battle.
Chapter 4: The Battle of the Underground, Part I
“Alright soldiers, go find a trench. I could care less which one you choose, as long as there’s room for me in the middle one!” yelled Saint, as we all scrambled around trying to find a trench. “If you don’t get a trench, you can go back behind that wall of mind carts in the back with Dryvit, Meat, and the Heavy Artillery!”
Sadly, I found a trench. It was the front trench in the middle row, only about twenty yards from the entrance to the pool. That was where the grey soldiers would come from. That was where death would come from.
A couple seconds after I climed into the trench, Thebest and Bluey dropped down into the trench on either side of me. “Wouldn’t want to miss the action!” said Thebest, excited. “This is gonna be intense!” said Bluey, equally excited. “Yeah, real fun…” I dully said.
After a couple minutes we were ready. We could hear the enemy on the other side, trying to break through our barracade that blocked the entrence to the pool. Then the noise stopped.
Everyone was silent. The room was tense. That silence was probably the worst thing I’ve ever heard. And then it began.
BOOM! The barracade was blown into smitherines, and two gray soldiers stood in the door way. They had loaded rocket launchers, and meant busines.
We were too slow. Even though they got drilled by our bullets, they managed to fire off their rocket launchers beforehand. The two rockets hit Saint’s trench, but Saint and a couple others managed to escape. It was on.
Right after the rockets hit, a lone tank rolled into the mine. “Open fire!” yelled TB, and we all did. It had no effect on the tank.
The gray soldiers were using the tank for cover. It was hard to shoot them when they were crouching down behind that machine of doom. It just made things even harder for us.
I pulled a grenade out of my pocket. I was about to pull the pin and throw it when TB grabbed my arm. “Not yet,” he said, “not yet…” So it put it back in my pocket and started shooting again.
The tank took its first shot. It hit one of the back trenches. I could see bodies flying at least seven feet in the air. Most of them were killed instantly. Everyone was at least injured.
“Heavy Artillery, fire!” came Meat from the back of the mine. Rockets flew over-heading, ready to take down the tank. One rocket hit the tank’s front window, killing the driver. Another hit the tanks main cannon, causing it to break off and fall to hard ground. The other either missed, or killed some of the gray soldiers hiding behind the now idle tank. But another tank was coming.
I turned to my left. Cas and a couple of others had left the trench and were moving closer to the grey soldiers. They were using a mine cart for cover. This way they could have a better chance of shooting the enemy.
Behind the enemy came yet another tank. It didn’t keep coming closer, but stayed right in the entrance to the pool. If we could take it down, it would be hard for them to get more troops into the mine. It wasn’t the smartest move on their part.
It began to take aim at Cas’s group of soldiers. They wouldn’t stand a chance if the tank fired on them. I turned to TB. He nodded. I grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and chucked it hard at the tank.
The grenade barely made it to the tank’s front window before exploding. The window was shattered, and the driver momentarily confused. It was enough time for our Heavy Artillery to reload and fire again. The tank fell apart.
My grenade triggered a chain of explosions. Grenades were being thrown just as often as guns were being fired. One landed in my trench, a couple yards to the left. It exploded, and killed two soldiers. The rest of us were fine.
The grey penguins had managed to get their Heavy Artillery to climb over the tank and onto the battlefield. Now both armies heavy artilleries were blasting the heck out of each other, trying to gain the upper hand.
I look to my right. Uni was leading a group of soldiers in the same fashion Cas was leading his. We were pushing them in from all angles.
We had started to break them down. They couldn’t get a lot of reinforcements into the room, and they were being attacked from all angles. It was time to turn up the heat.
“Come on!” I yelled, and Bluey, TB, and me (quickly followed by Packer and Zdoger) ran up to the first broken down tank. We were right across from the enemy. It was dangerous, but I knew that if we put a lot of pressure on them to start doing something, we could get them to break down and we could beat them.
Zdoger threw a granade right over the tank into the heart of the enemy. It killed quite a few of them. I knew it was time.
“Charge!!!” I yelled, along with the other four that were with me. Instantly, every troop that was in a trench at hopped over the front of it and were charging forward. We were firing off shots like crazy. The enemy was falling. They were on their last leg.
The Heavy Artillery fired one more time. They hit the wall of rock above the entrence to the pool, and it came down. The pool had been completely blocked off again. The enemy was trapped.
That was the end. In a matter of minutes, we had defeated every last one of them in the mine. We had one the first part of the battle.
Nobody cheered. Not yet. We still had to take the pool and the Boiler Room, though we all knew this had been the bulk of their troops. We all grouped up at the back of the mine, where Saint was gonna give us further instructions. In no time at all, I knew we’d be back fighting for our lives in the Battle of the Underground.
Chapter 5: The Battle of the Underground Part II
“Okay,” said Saint, “our scouts reported that there were originally three tanks. We destroyed two. That leaves one, and our Heavy Artillery is out of amo. What are we gonna do?” “Leave it to me,” said Bluey. “There shouldn’t be too many of them left, so I have an idea.” “Alright bluey, we’re counting on you!” said Thebest.
We all got ready to blow-away the barrier and storm the pool. I reloaded my machine gun, and stood in the very front. I was used to the front lines now.
“Nervous? ‘Cause you should be,” said Fox from behind me. “Nervous? I have no fear,” I lied.
“Ready?” said Dryvit from the middle of the group. “Yes sir!” we all said back, so we didn’t mean it. We all would have liked to just sit there and relax. That was out of the question.
Boom! We blew up the barrier blocking us off from the pool. As sson as that happened, we charged, ready to fight.
The first thing I noticed was that now, due to our victory in mine, there weren’t a whole lot of enemies left. Next I noticed that the pool had been drained and refilled with cement (made it easier to fight in there). And finally, I noticed the final tank, at the very front of the enemy line.
“Charge!” ordered some random soldier. And so we did.
We all ran forward, guns blazing, straight for the enemy. They charged us too, ready to die fighting. And innevetably, I knew that a lot of them would.
The two sides met in about the middle of the pool. Punches were thrown. Guns were fired. Grenades were detonated. It was utter chaos.
I looked back to see Swat Bandit fighting off an enemy soldier with his bare hand. Wolvetone wasn’t far from that, shooting down a sniper from his position on the lifeguard stand (nobody had moved it yet). Both were fighting great.
I turned back to the action. And just in time too. Because a grey penguin not far from me was aiming right at me. “Oh shoot!” I yelled and dove to side.
Once I got up (and shot an oncoming soldier), I looked over at the tank. It was firing off shots at the bulk of our troops, trying to take out as many of us as possible. Then I saw Bluey.
Bluey was running straight for the tank. Divotoo and Meat were providing him with cover fire so he wasn’t shot down as he ran. His mind was set. He was gonna take down that tank.
Or so I thought.
When he reached the tank, he didn’t pull out any explosives or anything. He swung himself up onto the main gun and started moving along it toward the top hatch. He was going to try to steal their tank.
Just before he reached the hatch, it opened. The driver had seen him coming. In the driver’s hand was a butcher’s knife.
The driver stabbed at Bluey, but he got out of the way. Bluey lunged at him, in an attempt to grab him and pull him out of the tank. It didn’t work.
The driver brought up the knife. Bluey had left himself exposed when he had lunged. The knife cut into his stomach. He had been stabbed.
The driver pulled out his knife and pushed Bluey aside. I could only watch in horror as he fell off the main gun and hit the hard ground. It was a gruesome sight.
I knew Bluey was dead. That meant the tank was still in commision. Bluey had been onto something, and I was going to finish it.
I charged the tank, feeling I didn’t need any cover fire. There weren’t that many of them left anyway. I reached the tank and swung up onto the gun. The driver was waiting for me.
I didn’t waste time. I put my machine gun up to his chest, and let him have it. Within seconds he was dead, and hoisted his body up and out of the tank. I dropped inside, and took control.
I immediately began firing on what remained of the enemy. That was all we needed. “Charge!” ordered Saint, and immediately the ACP began to push the grey penguin back toward the boiler room.
They had lost their tank. They were heavily outnumbered. They were all but beaten. The grey penguin were going down.
I turned the tanks gun around. I wasn’t finished with them yet. I killed them off as they filed into the Boiler Room. When they closed the door, I blew it off it’s hinges and kept firing. “No mercy,” I thought.
That was it. They were doomed. The ACP stormed the room and killed the rest of them off. I got out of the tank and joined the rest of the soldiers. We had won.
A cheer arose from the soldiers. It hadn’t been a particularly long fight, like at the mine, but it was a hard one. And we had won.
We cheered and partied for hours, not believing that we had managed to stand up to the enemy in the first big battle that we’d had. That first fight in the mine was nothing compared to this. These fights would be the ones that would make us… Or break us.
But all good things have to come to an end. We stop partying and made our way back to the coffee shop. It was late at night now, and we were all tired. I climbed onto my couch (I slept on it every night now), and went to sleep…
Chapter Six: Stranded
The next day wasn’t a particularly fun one. Most of the soldiers (including me) spent it cleaning up the underground, while the rest of the soldiers stayed on guard in case of another attack. It was gruesome work.
Basically, we had dug a deep hole in the middle of the mine. We dumped the bodies in there, and afterwords we would fill in the hole, so anybody passing by wouldn’t know that a large amount of dead soldiers were lying under their very feet.
Eventually, I found Bluey’s helmet (somebody had already taken his body to the hole). I knew it was his because it had blotches of blue paint on it. “Gonna miss ya buddy,” I said, and tossed the helmet onto a pile of other helmets that had been salvaged.
It took the whole day to clean up that place, and boy was I tired. I walked on over to my couch and fell asleep right away. I felt like NOTHING in the world could wake me up from that much needed sleep.
Someone did. I should have known it would happen.
“Wake up. Wake up! WAKE UP!” came a voice from beside me. I bolted up-right, and turned to the person that had woken me up. It was Saint.
“What the heck is going on!” I asked in a whisper, since other people were sleeping. “I’ll explain it later, just go outside for now,” Saint explained before walking away.
It took my five minutes to get outside (I almost fell asleep again), but I managed to grab my gun and helmet and stumble outside. People were already waiting for me.
Directly to my right was Houndy. He looked pretty tired, but smiled at me anyway. Next to him was Jediseth, and he was holding two beer bottles, one in each hand. I looked at him and he just shrugged. To my left was the final person, Ktman. He didn’t look tired at all, he had already loaded his gun and was ready for action.
A couple seconds passed, and then Saint walked out. “Okay, you might be wondering-what? Seth! Get rid of that beer!” Seth turned to throw away the beer bottles, but I saw him drain the last of the beer before putting them in the trash can.
“Anyway,” Saint began again, “you all are needed on a mission. You’re going to be driving up into the mountains, where we think we’ve spotted an enemy base. You’re goal is not to get inside the base, just to see if there is one or not.”
“Cool,” said Ktman excitedly, “let’s move!” “Okay,” said Saint, “but I have to tell you a few more things. Inside the jeep that you will be taking is a flare. Use it if something goes wrong. And since Seth already knows how to drive the jeep, he’ll be driving. We already gave Seth a map to the location too. Any questions?” Nobody raised their hand. “Good. See ya later soldiers.”
We all walked over to the jeep (except for Seth, he sort of stumbled over), and then we were off, a long drive ahead of us.
The drive wasn’t at all fun. Seth kept swerving to either side, and almost hit a hiking penguin. And then we started driving in the thick pine forrests of the mountains, neering our destination. This only made things worse, as the road was more rugged and Seth almost hit several trees.
“So, if we get caught by the enemy, Tylo, Seth, and I will give Houndy cover fire so he can go set off the flare. Then we just wait to get picked up,” explained Kt to us all. “And if that doesn’t work, we’ll-”
At that moment, Seth fell unconscience. He fell to his right, and pulled the wheel in that direction too. We shot off the road to the right, and into the forrest.
For a moment, we all just sat their stunned. Then I spoke up, “Kt, you drive. I’ll try to wake up Seth. Everybody un-buckle, just incase we have to make a quick exit.”
I grabbed Seth by the front of his shirt and started shaking him. He slowly opened his eyes. “Seth,” I yelled at him, “how many bottles of beer did you drink?” “Two… Or maybe seven…” He said back drunkily.
I dropped Seth and looked up. The trees were beginning to thin-out. “Well,” said Kt happily, “at least we don’t have to worry about hitting a-CLIFF!”
He was right. We were heading straight for a cliff. “Grab the flare and the map, then JUMP!” I yelled. Houndy grabbed the flare. Kt grabbed the map. Then we all jumped for it.
We hit the ground and rolled a couple of feet. Then I realized. Seth was still buckeled into the jeep!
I turned and looked down the cliff. There was the jeep, along with Seth, plummeting to its doom. It hit the ground a couple seconds later, and ignited in flames.
I stood back up and turned to the others. We were all a bit shaken. “Well,” I finally said, “I managed to grab my gun and my helmet, what about you two?” “I grabbed my gun, but left my helmet,” explained Kt. “I left it all but the flare,” said houndy sadly.
“Well, what are we waiting for, let’s go,” I said and started off toward the road. “Are you crazy?” said Kt. “Without the jeep, we can’t make a quick get-away if we need to!”
“Well then,” I said, turning back to them. “Let’s not have to make a quick get-away,” and I continued on toward the road, Kt and houndy following along.
Chapter Seven: The Base
We walked for what felt like hours (or at least my feet felt like they had been walking for hours), until we came upon a cave in the side of the mountain.
“The map says that, if we go through here, it will take us to a path that will lead us to the base,” said Kt, sounding relieved that the walking was almost over.
We began walking through the dark, damp cave, our footsteps echoing loudly. We could hear bats screeching above us on the high ceiling. It was a creepy place.
When we walked out of the other side of the cave, it was night already. We stumbled around until we found the path, and we walked along it until it ended.
“Now what?” said Houndy. “We can’t see a thing!” “Here,” I said, handing Houndy something through the darkness, “use the nightvision scope on my gun.”
Houndy took one look through the scope, and gasped. I took my gun back and looked through the scope too. “Whoa…” said Kt, looking into his scope.
In the darkness was a huge fortress, surrounded by high walls, guards on every corner of the wall. The only entrance we could see were two large, steel doors on the side of the wall facing us.
“Well,” I said, “we found the base.” “Good,” Houndy said sounding relieved, “now let’s get out of here.” He grabbed the flare, about to set it off. “No!” I yelled, but it was too late.
The flare shot-up into the sky. For a while, we all just sat there, awaiting what would come next. Then red sparks erupted in the air. It was a signal that could be seen for miles.
“There, now they can find us,” Houndy exclaimed cheerfully. “Yeah,” I said, loading my gun, “but I’m sure the guards saw it too…” We were just getting started…
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Do you think they’re in trouble?” asked Batintrenche to Fox, Klug, and Packer, who had all been chosen to take a jet to go pick-up the group who had gone to check on the supposed base. “Of course not,” said Klug, we’ll probably see their signal soon.”
Another hour passed, nobody talking, until Packer finnally said “Maybe they are in trouble…” “Well, look at it this way,” said Fox. “I trust Ktman and Houndy. They have some sense. But Tylo would lead them on some wild attack that would get them all killed, and we ALL know what Seth is like.” There was a bunch of “yeah”s from the small group. “So,” continued Fox, “They could be fine, or they could all be dead. I personnally think it’s number 2, but you never know…”
At that moment, sparks erupted in the air miles away. “There!” said Packer, “we’ve found them!” “Or someone’s found them…” said Batin less happily than Packer.
The four boarded the jet that had been prepared for them to use, and took off. The jet was so fast that it would only take them a matter of minutes to get to where the flare had gone off, but they were all anxiously awaiting what they would see when they got there.
When they landed about 200 yards away, they could hear gunfire. “Load your guns,” said Fox, “this could get messy…” “Or maybe they’re winning!” said Packer, suddenly smiling. “Sure. You keep telling yourself that.” responded Batin.
When they reached the spot where the flare had gone off, all of them gasped. Tylo was firing at a massive group of oncoming gray penguins. Ktman was attending to a wound that Houndy had recieved in his arm. And generally, the situation was bad. “What the heck did you guys do!” yelled Fox, unleashing her gun on the group of enemy soldiers. “Ask Houndy and his flare…” Tylo responded.
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I looked away from Fox and continued firing at the enemy. Batin and Packer joined me, while Klug went to help with Houndy. “I’m fine!” I heard Houndy yelled, but I was sure Ktman wasn’t going to stop helping him. “Where’s Seth?” asked Packer, looking concerned. “Oh, I don’t know. At the bottom of a cliff,” I said. And I continued to fire at the enemy. The worst of it was still to come.
Chapter Eight: Reinforcements
“Saint, come in. I repeat, Saint, come in!” yelled Ktman into a walkie-talkie, “we need reinforcements, and fast!” And boy, was Kt right.
Houndy and now Batin were both wounded (neither of their wounds were fatal though). Packer was out of ammo. Fox was randomly cursing at the gray penguins while trying to pick-off as many as she could. And I was starting to wonder whether we’d get out of this alive.
“Alright,” came Saint’s voice from the walkie-talkie, “we’re coming!” Relieved by those words, I grabbed a grenade that Batin had brought and chucked it at the enemy. It killed a couple of soldiers, but not even the death of at least five of them could stop the gray penguins from coming closer.
Each second they got closer. Time was our enemy. They were our enemy. It seemed like everything that happened was our enemy. I as I sat their, pinned behind a tree by the enemy fire, the only thing I could think was that, as long as we kept going, we’d be fine. I knew it was a complete lie, but it was working.
“That’s it!” yelled Packer finally, “I’m rushing them!” “Are you crazy! You’ll get-” started Fox, but I cut her off. “I’m going with you,” I said sternly. “What?!?” screamed Fox, but it was two late.
Me and Pack ran out from behind the trees, my gun blazing (since Pack had run out of ammo). Pack chucked a grenade, and a couple seconds later it exploded in the heart of the enemy. I was firing like crazy, hitting enemy after enemy. But it wouldn’t last long.
I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I had been shot. I fell and rolled a couple feet, finnally coming to a stop. I tried to get up, but it was too painfully. I turned to look at Pack. He was fighting the enemy with his bare hands, punching and elbowing them.
I turned myself to face the enemy and opened fire. I was running out of bullets, but I kept going. Pack had been overpowered, and they were wrestling him down to the ground. Some of the enemy was coming to pin me down too, but I shot them quickly.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a grenade. If I used it, I would risk killing Pack. If I didn’t, they might kill him enough if I spared him. It was a really tough decision. In the end, I surprised myself.
I forced myself up, pulled the pin, and flung myself at the nearest gray soldier. I forced the grenade into his hand, and pushed him back into the enemy. I turned to run, but with my injury, wasn’t fast enough. The explosion nocked me down, and I landed face-first.
I was injured. I was turned around so I couldn’t see the enemy. And I had accidently dropped my gun when I had flung myself at the enemy. I thought I was doomed.
Then I heard something that made me smile. It was the sound of jet engines. I looked-up to see several ACP jets heading toward us. Their guns were firing at the gray penguins, dismantling them.
When the jets landed, soldiers began pouring out. The enemy turned to run, but it was too late. Soldiers ran past me, shooting down the gray penguins one-by-one. I could hear Packer thank the soldiers who had killed the enemies that had been holding him down. We were gonna win.
“Tylo, I didn’t expect to see you like this,” I heard Bfan say from above me. “Neither did I. But Packer made me lose it with his crazy ideas,” I said sarcastically, almost laughing. “No,” said Bfan, who couldn’t hold in his laughter like I could, “you had lost it before.” I started laughing too.
Bfan helped me up, and looked at the retreating enemy. Then I turned to see Saint coming my way. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
What happened next happened in what seemed like slow motion. I turned to see one last gray soldier, up on the wall of the fortress, aiming at Saint with a sniper rifle. I remember yelling at her to duck, and then rushing over in an attempt to stop the bullet from hitting her. It didn’t work.
Their was a bang, and Saint fell over. Everyone stopped, turning to look at Saint. People were rushing over, helping her up, rushing back to the jets. And I could only stand there, not believing my eyes.
Then everything was back to normal. There was yelling everwhere. We had launched a full retreat so we could get Saint back to base. I began running back to the jets like everyone else, but then stopped. Something had come over me.
I was angry. You’d be too if your leader had just been shot. And then I remembered Houndy and Batintrenche, both of them having been injured. That made me even more angry.
As a young ACP soldier ran by, I grabbed his sniper rifle. I aimed right for the penguin that had sniped Saint. He was just standing there on the wall, laughing at all of us. Laughing!
It didn’t take me two seconds to make up my mind. I aimed at his head, and sniped him. I saw him grab at his forehead, and then he stumbled and fell off the back of the wall. He was dead.
I calmed down. Revenge is a bitter-sweet thing. I was happy, because I had just killed the guy who had shot our leader. But I was angry with myself for letting my emotions control me. I couldn’t blame him for all the other soldiers that got shot. But I had.
I ran over to a jet, and sat down. I didn’t talk the whole ride back to base. It felt like hours before we got there, even though I knew it was a lot shorter than that. But that’s when the real chaos started.
Everyone was rushing Saint to the Coffee Shop, where we had medics on stand-by. She was breathing, but she had lost a lot of blood. It was a toss-up whether she would live our die.
I sighed. Instead of going back to the coffee shop, I walked over to the snow forts, and lied down in the snow. I just sat there, not thinking about anything in particular. And that’s when he came along…
Chapter Nine: A Deal with the Devil
“Hello, TyloV5. I’ve been longing to see you,” said Billybob from behind me. “How are you?” “Cold, tired, and angry now that you’re here,” I retaliated, standing up.
Seeing how we were both in our penguin-form, we saw eye-to-eye. That gave me more courage, seeing how I didn’t have to look-up to him. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you now?” I asked, raising my gun to his chest.
“Don’t be foolish,” he said chuckling, “We both know you’re out of ammo. And anyway, I have a deal that I think you will find intrigueing.” Intrigueing. “You can’t just say interesting like everyone else, can you?” I asked, in an attempt to annoy him. “Don’t change the subject. This is my show, not yours,” he responded.
“Now, back to that deal. I need you to get something for me. Something that would prove to be INVALUABLE to me. Of course, I can’t get it myself, for it would be foolish of me to think I could steal it right from under the nose of all the ACP soldiers. So, what do you say?”
I looked at him like he was crazy. Which, honestly, he was for trapping a bunch of kids in this death trap. “Why on Earth, or Club Penguin, since that’s where we are now, would I do that?!?” I asked, laughing at his stupidity. “Because you have no choice,” he said.
“Well actually, you do have a choice,” he corrected himself, “you can choose not to do my bidding, and I will kill your friends, or you can do it, and your friends will remain safe… For now.” “And how do you plan on killing them all?” I said, looking him right in the eye. “By destroying the Coffee Shop while you all are in it, of course,” he responded, smiling at me like I was a toddler who had just asked a stupid question.
“You’re bluffing.” I said. “I don’t bluff,” he said back. “You’re blufffing again,” I responded. “Fine, have fun watching your friends die,” he said as he pulled out a detonation-swith. “Just remember: It’s all your fault.”
He put his finger on the switch, and was about to flip it when I grabbed his arm. “So,” he said, “we have a deal?” “Fine,” I spat, “but if you destroy the Coffee Shop anyway, I swear I’ll mutilate you.”
He laughed. “I need you to steal something very simple. It is a GPS system that can be found on one of the mancala tables in the Book Room. You need to bring it to me as quickly as possible. And if it isn’t intact, you can say good-bye to your friends. Do you understand?”
“Of course I understand. Do you understand that there’s no way you’re going to win against us?” He laughed yet again, “And why would you say that?” “Because,” I responded, “this IS my show. And it’s gonna stay that way.”
On that note, I walked off, leaving him to wait in the chilly air that surrounded the Snow Forts.
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When I reached the Coffee Shop, everyone was asleep except for a couple of people who were watching the injured soldiers. “How’s Saint?” I asked one of the medics. “She’s fine. Good thing we have these med packs, or else I don’t know what would have happened.”
That was some relief. I proceeded to walk up to the Book Room. It took me a while, because I kept tripping on the stairs. I was nervous that I was gonna get caught.
When I made it to the book room, I saw that everyone up there was asleep. That just made my job easier. I walked over to the GPS system and grabbed it. I gave it a good look.
It was a hand-held GPS, and it was purple in color for some reason. It had the letters “E.G.C.” on the top of it. I didn’t know what those letters stood for, and at that moment I really didn’t really care because I was so nervous. But I did write them down on a small piece of paper, just in case.
I stuck the GPS in my pocket and headed down the stairs. I thought I was in the clear. I really did.
I reached for the door handle, and was about to open the door and leave when someone said from behind me, “Why did you take the GPS system?” I recognized the voice from somewhere. But where?
And then it hit me. “You’re the medic that helped me out when I got shot in that very first battle, aren’t you?” I asked. “Yes, I am,” she said. “Now more importantly, why did you take the GPS?”
She was no older than me, that was for sure, and she had an aire about her that said that she knew more than she was telling me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying not to let the other medics think something was up. “Now I’m leaving.” And before she could say anything else, I left.
It didn’t take me long to get back to Billybob. He smiled when he saw me, like we were friends. I wouldn’t consider someone who’se trying to kill me as my friend.
“I trust everything went well?” he said in a cheery voice. “Well enough,” I said, handing him the GPS. “Now give me the detonation switch.”
“Alright,” he responded, smiling once-more, “but you should know that it’s a fake. So if you were intending to do anything with it, you better change those plans,” “You lied to me!” I yelled, realizing how stupid I had been for believing him. “Yes, I did,” he said simply.
A gust of snow went by, and I couldn’t see him for a second. And when the gust of snow passed, he was gone. No footprints. No nothing. It was like he had never been there.
I didn’t feel angry about being tricked. I was just felt, dead. I dropped to my knees, lied down in the snow, and went to sleep right there. And nobody woke me up until morning.
Chapter Ten: The Trial
“You stole the GPS!” said Meat as he pulled me off the ground and grabbed me by the arm. “How’d you know?” I asked, surprised that he had found out. “You were seen by one of the medics,” said, smiling at their triumph over me. “Now walk!” he demanded.
I had trouble walking, because my leg had started to hurt. I looked down and saw the wound that I had from getting shot at the battle that had only happened a couple hours ago. I wondered why it had stopped hurting, and then started hurting again, but I didn’t have much time to think.
I was pushed into the Coffee Shop and onto my favorite couch. There were people giving me nasty looks and cursing at me. I was afraid one of them would just lunge at me and strangle me to death. Luckily, nobody did.
“Why’d you do it?” asked Saint, who was sitting up on a strecher. “To save your lives!” I objected, but this only lead most of the soldiers around me to start laughing. “Really?” said Dryvit, “and how did that work out?” “Not well…” I honestly replied.
“Fine, tell us the whole story then!” yelled someone who I didn’t know from the back of the crowd. “Fine,” I said, annoyed that they wouldn’t just believe me, “I’ll tell you…” And I launched into the story about Billybob, his deal, me stealing the GPS, and then him double-crossing me. “And if you want proof, here’s the fake detonation switch,” I said, tossing it to Saint.
After giving the switch a good look, Siant finally said, “Alright. You’re innocent. And luckily, we planned on this happening. Ktman, did you install that locator chip into the GPS System like I asked?” “You bet,” Kt replied, “but it’ll take a couple days to pick-up the chip’s signal.” “Then we wait until then to make our next move,” announced Saint, “but for now, we should all rest. And Tylo, you should put a med pack on that wound before it gets any worse.”
I laid down and put one of the med packs on my wound. It felt better instantly. I hadn’t slept well on the hard, snowy ground, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep…
Chapter 11: The Medic
I woke up sweating. I still don’t know why. I can’t remember the dream I was having, and it was particularly chilly in the Coffee Shop, but whatever, it really doesn’t matter.
I looked around. It was dark. I had slept through the whole day. Dramatic events make you dramatically tired, apparently.
I looked around. Only one person was awake. It was a medic, no older than me… Oh wait! It was the medic who saw me steal the GPS!
“Hey!” I yelled at her. “Thanks a lot! You could have-” but she cut me off. “Shh!” she hissed at me. “You’ll wake everybody up!”
“Who are you,” I asked (I wanted to know EXACTLY who had turned me in). “That’s not important,” she said, giving me an angry glance. “What’s important is that you shut up before you wake someone up!” Wow. I guess she had a short temper or something.
“Well, I’m TyloV5. See, that’s how we greet someone. Not by turning them in for trying to save their friends lives,” I told her sarcastically.” “How was I supposed to know you were trying to save us?” she asked me back. “All I saw was you stealing that GPS. That looks suspicious.”
I had to admit, she was right. “Fine,” I said lying back down, “I’m going back to sleep.” “Good, you’ll need some rest if you don’t wanna die in battle,” she replied cheerily. Cheerily. I couldn’t tell if she was my friend or my enemy, but I didn’t really care at the moment, because someone had just woken up.
“Will you both just be quiet?” said Bfan, giving me a look of sheer anger. “Oh come on,” I said, almost laughing. “You were probably not even asleep.” “So what?” said Bfan, now almost laughing too. “I have the right to listen in on loud conversations.”
“Sure you do…” I said, turning back to talk to the medic, but she had disappeared. “Did you see where she went?” I asked Bfan, but it was too late. “He had already fallen asleep.
I turned on my side and lied there for hours, thinking about all of this. Everything. Why did Billybob had to trap us anyway? Why did we have to die in such a stupid way? Why?
Well, after lying there for hours, I went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to gunfire. “Uh-oh…” I thought aloud.
Chapter 12: The Coffee Shop Attack
“What the heck is going on!” I yelled at the nearest soldier, who just so happened to be Thebest. “They’re attacking our base!” yelled TB back as he sprinted out the door, loading his gun.
Just then there was an explosion outside. “Maybe they don’t need me for this one…” I muttered under my breath, hoping that if I fell back to sleep, nobody would notice. But at that moment two medics carried in an injured ACP soldier. He had lost both arms and was bleeding from a bad cut across his chest. “They need me,” I muttered, grabbing my gun and heading out the door.
The battle wasn’t going well for us. There weren’t many of us fighting back. Dead ACP soldiers were littered around the battlefield, and injured ones were also lying around, close to dying. I noticed Packer, who was holed-up behind one of the tables in front of the Coffee Shop, and joined him there.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, beginning to fire at the grey penguin flooding out of the Snow Forts. “They went to investigate some enemy activity in the Ski Village.” Pack replied. “Obviously,” he said gesturing toward the enemy, “it was just a set-up to try and expose us here.” “It worked,” I responded.
I saw Swat Bandit, Zdoger, and Thebest pinned down between a pile of coffee bean bags in the middle of the battle field. The enemy was closing in on them, and unless their forward movement was stopped, the three of them wouldn’t last long.
Zdoger turned and looked at me. I held up one of my grenades and he nodded. I really hoped we were on the same page, because if we weren’t, him, Swat, and TB wouldn’t live…
I pulled the pin and chucked the grenade. It sailed right for the three of them. “What the?” yelled TB, but Zdoger was ready. He whacked the grenade in the direction of the enemy when it came close enough. The plan worked perfectly.
The grey penguins first line was broken, and they fell back a little bit. That was good. It game us some time to think-up our next move.
Luckily, Dryvit thought of it for us.
Dryvit came bursting out of the Coffee Shop, a rocket launcher on his shoulder. “Eat this Grey Penguins!” he yelled as he pulled the trigger. A single rocket shot from the front of the rocket launcher. It whistled through the air and hit one of the enemy soldiers in front head-on. He, and about seven others were completely dismantled, while others were injured.
“Yeah!” I yelled to Dryvit, but he was too focused to notice. He dropped the rocket launcher (he didn’t bring any extra rockets with him, go figure), and grabbed his gun. He then ran over to where Zdoger, Swat, and TB were, and began firing.
“We can’t just sit here!” I told Pack, annoyed that we weren’t more involved in the action. “Right!” agreed Packer. “Follow me!”
We ran around to the back of the Coffee Shop. “They keep these back here?” I asked Pack as I looked at the four assault jeeps in front of me. “Yep. And guess who was trusted with keeping the keys?” he said, a sly smile spreading across his face.
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“Where’d Pack and Tylo go?” asked TB to the three soldiers around him. “Maybe they died?” said Dryvit, beginning to focus in on the battle again. “We don’t have time to worry about-” began Zdoger, but he was cut off from the roar of an engine. “I know where they are…” said Swat Bandit, smiling as he shot down a couple of the enemy soldiers.
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Pack drove, and I took shot-gun. We roared out from behind the Coffee Shop and back to the battle. “Woohoo!” yelled Packer as he drove past the four that were positioned behind the coffee bean bags and headed straight for the enemy. “You ready?” I asked, loading my gun. “Oh yeah. This is gonna be fun.” Pack replied, smiling at me.
Packer drove right into the heart of the enemy, running over a couple of enemy soldiers as he went. We stopped, Packer grabbed his gun, and we began to fire. “This one’s dedicated to Billbybob!” I yelled out, imagining that each enemy soldier was the real Billbybob. It helped.
I wont lie: We OWNED them. Between Zdoger, Swat, Dryv, and TB pounding them with their grenades, and Pack and me shooting the living day-lights out of them, we were winning. Their numbers kept on dwindling, and we kept on going.
I don’t know how we didn’t get shot. Pack and I weren’t exactly what you’d call hard targets to hit, seeing how we were sitting in the middle of the enemy, and not moving very much. But we managed, and I’m glad we did, because being shot isn’t fun. Trust me.
Eventually we forced them to retreat. Yeah, our small force got them to retreat. It was a miracle on snow (you thought I’d say on Ice, didn’t you?).
We celebrated for a couple of minutes, and then went back inside. We were tired, and needed to sleep. And that we did.
Chapter 13: The Killer Dolphin Attack
“Get up!” I heard someone urgently whisper into my ear. “Get up!”
I woke up, a little annoyed, to see Saint sitting next to me. She was smiling, and had fully recovered from here recent injury. She stood up.
“Billybob is making a public appearance!” she said to me happily, handing me a sniper rifle. “So?” I yawned as a stood up, tossing the rifle between my hands. “So,” Saint began, “We need you to take up a position on the Pet Shop and snipe him!”
I thought Saint had gone crazy. “Are you kidding?” I asked after Saint didn’t say something along the lines of “I’m just joking. You’re not talented enough to pull this off.” “I’m as serious as a heart attack,” Saint responded.
I thought about it for a moment. I’d be ready to snipe him. I’d see him in my scope. I’d pull the trigger… And then I’d completely miss, hit a by-stander, and then get captured. “No way,” I said, giving the rifle back to Saint. “Sorry,” she replied, pushing it back at me, “you don’t have a choice.” “Wonderful,” I said, grabbing the rifle and walking outside.
When I walked outside, it was still daytime. Around noon I guessed. I hadn’t slept very long.
There were excited ACP soldiers everywhere (they had probably heard the news that we were about to try and take-out Billybob), and when they saw me with the sniper rifle, they all cheered.
“Okay,” said Saint, motioning toward a couple of soldiers. When they came over, I could see that the two soldiers were Bfan and Coolguy. “Here’s the plan,” began Saint, “Cool and Bfan, you two block-off either side of the plaza. Tylo, you climb up a ladder on the back of the Pet Shop, aim, and snipe Billybob. Simple, right?”
I thought about it. It was pretty simple. But I still had a question. “Okay,” I said, “easy enough. But why am I doing the sniping instead of someone who we’ve TRAINED to do this?” “Because,” said Saint, “I saw you snipe the guy that shot me. That was a great shot, better than any of our trained soldiers could do. I have full confidence in you.” “Well, you see Saint, I was in some sort of “anger trance”, and unless someone else gets shot in a couple of minutes, I don’t think I can pull it off again.”
Saint looked at me, smiled, and pushed me toward the Snow Forts. “You’ll do fine!” she yelled to me as Cool, Bfan, and me began walking to the Snow Forts. “Yeah,” I said, “just fine…”
When we arrived at the plaza, all I could see was a HUGE mob of penguins. “Billybob must be in the center of that death crowd,” said Bfan, his eyes wide with amazement of how many people could fit in the Plaza. “Alright, take-up your positions!” said Cool, not wanting to waste any time. “Sure, just be ready for when I miss…” I said, and ran to the back of the Pet Shop.
There was a ladder waiting for me. I climbed up, lied down on the roof of the Pet Shop, and began to take aim.
It was hard to find Billybob in the crowd. “Just look for the guy who’se emitting evil rays,” I thought to myself in an attempt to make myself laugh. It didn’t work.
After searching for a couple minutes, I found him. He was smiling and waving at people, kind of like a supermodel does. He was obviously enjoying all the attention. “I wonder how many of those people know that he’s killing children…” I thought to myself as I took aim.
I had my scope locked onto his head. His hands were shaking. “You wont miss!” I kept telling myself. “You can’t!” I put me finger on the trigger, and got ready to make the shot that could end this whole thing.
Sadly, I never made that shot.
Suddenly, two people behind me grabbed my shoulders. I tried to free myself, but they pinned me against the roof. A moment later, I could feel the cold end of a pistol pressing against my temple. “Don’t move, or we’ll fire,” came a deep voice from behind me. I had been caught.
I tried to see Bfan and Coolguy, but my face was pretty much pressed against the Pet Shop roof. The sniper rifle was off to my right. If I could just break my right arm free, I could grab it…
I tried to pull my right arm free to no avail. The guy with the pistol only pressed it against my temple harder. I could hear the excited screams of Billybob’s fans below. “I hate that guy…” I thought.
Just then, I had an idea. My arms were pinned to my sides, but I could still move my hands. I maneuvered my hand so it was touching my utility belt (if you call it that), and felt around for my handgun. That’s when it occured to me that they might have taken it.
They hadn’t.
I grabbed it and pulled it from my utility belt. I had pre-loaded it, just in case. And boy, was I glad I did.
I pointed the gun up and shot. I heard the man that was holding the pistol yell and fall over with a thud. Below me, there was absolute mayhem. I guess hearing that gun go off had frightened all those penguin. I didn’t really care.
I rolled to my right, in the direction of the guy I had shot, breaking free of the guy on my left in the process. I snatched the pistol from the dead guy’s hand and pointed it at the other one of Billybob’s cronies. He reached for his pistol. He didn’t stand a chance.
I shot him in the chest, and pushed him off the roof of the building. I turned to look out toward the Snow Forts. I could see Bfan standing in the entrence, two of Billybob’s cronies knocked-out on either side of him. “I should have known he’d be fine…” I muttered. Cool was having some more trouble with his own guys.
One of the guys had a knife out, the other was using a pistol. Cool was dodging the knife guy’s swings and the pistol guy’s shots. Barely.
I looked into the mob. Billybob was gone. “Well, I can’t feel guilty about giving up that opportunity…” I thought to myself as I tossed the pistol and hand gun aside and picked up the sniper rifle. I aimed right for the pistol guy’s head.
I didn’t miss. That was a relief.
The bullet went right through his temple, and the guy fell almost instantly. In the confusion, Coolguy wrestled the other guy’s knife away, and stabbed him in the leg. He fell to the ground, and Cool shot him in the back with his handgun.
I looked back at Bfan. He mouthed to me “Get out of there!”, and I turned back to Cool. I mouthed the same thing and he nodded. It was time for our great escape.
I leapted down of the Pet Shop roof and into the Plaza (it actually wasn’t that big of a drop. When the by-standers saw my sniper rifle, they ran. I was glad. It meant I didn’t have to fight through a crowd.
Cool joined me a moment later. “What are you doin standing around?” he asked after I just stood there and stared at him. “We gotta move!” “Right,” I said, and ran to Bfan. We all ran into the Snow Forts.
There was a small group of grey penguins waiting for us. “I got ‘em” said Bfan, raising up his machine gun. He opened fire on the enemy, and in minutes they were all down. “Go!” I yelled, and we ran past their bodies and too the town.
When we got back, there was no applause. “I guess they found out that we failed…” said Cool sadly, kicking a nearby rock. “At least we didn’t die…” I murmered under my breath, as I walked into the Coffee Shop.
I could see Ktman sitting on my couch, working on a labtop. “Hey,” I said as I walked over, “I thought it was established that this couch is MINE.” “Oh shut up,” said Fox, who was walking by, and she smirked when I shot her an angry glance.
“No need to be mad because you failed,” she said, laughing. “I only failed,” I responded, ” because I was blind-sided by forty guys with… With… Killer dolphins! Yeah, that’s it…” “Sure,” said Fox back, laughing again, “and I like Stev.” And she walked out of the Coffee Shop, quite satisfied with herself.
I sat down next to Ktman, wanting to go to sleep again. But I had slept enough for one day. “I’d ask what you were doing,” I said to Kt, “but I’m still recovering from the dolphin attack. “I’m looking for the GPS that you lost…” responded Kt. “Cool. Get me some coffee while you’re at it, I think I lost that too,” I said, sitting back on the couch.
Chapter 14: My Mess, My Rules
A couple boring days went by. We did the same thing each day: Patrol, eat, and sleep (well, we breathed too, but I don’t count that). All in all, I actually WANTED to put my life on the line again. And that opportunity came.
“I got it!” yelled Ktman one rainy night (which is odd, because there is barely ever rain in Club Penguin). “Great!” said Saint, leaping off her chair. I sat up on my couch, eager to listen in.
“Do you know EXACTLY where it is?” asked Saint, walking over to Ktman to look at his labtop screen. “Yeah,” he replied. “It’s in some airplane hangar on the other side of the island.” “Great!” I exclaimed, hopping off my chair, “let’s go!”
Saint looked at me like I was crazy (which, actually, I think I was). “No way! There is absolutely no way you’re going on this mission!” she yelled at me as she walked back to her chair. “And why is that?” I asked, slightly offended. “Because you got us in this mess!” she yelled back. She was getting angry.
“Look,” I said, walking over to her and pulling up a chair beside her, “I got us into this mess, and-” “I’m gonna get us out. Heard that one a hundred times…” She said, cutting me off. “Great. Then I don’t have to say all that jazz,” I said, getting up and grabbing my gun.
Saint sighed. “Fine. But you aren’t going alone. And you also aren’t going in THIS weather.” “Alright.” I replied. And I went to sleep.
The next morning Ktman, Swat Bandit, Bfan, Thebest, Meat, and me all got into a jet, headed to the enemy hangar (and, probably, our death). “You know the plan?” yelled Saint over the jet’s roaring engine. “Yeah!” yelled Meat, as the jet took off, headed for the other side of the island.
As soon as we were in the air I said, “Alright. Now, we’re doing this MY way.” “You’re kidding right?” asked Meat, sort of smiling. He thought I was kidding. “No, for once, I’m not,” I responded, loading my gun.
Everyone was staring at me. “We’re doing Saint’s plan,” said Meat, as if that resolved it. “Sorry Meat, this is MY show now.” I responded, pointed my gun at his chest. His gun was still lying on the jet floor.
“You’re going to shoot me?” Meat asked, a little afraid. “Not if you hush up and listen,” I said, and lowered my gun. “Alright TyloV5,” said Thebest, adressing me by my full Club Penguin name, “what’s your great plan.” “Oh I’ll tell you,” I said, and launched into my plan.
It wasn’t that great of a plan. All I said was we land, dash to the GPS, and then dash back to the jet. Saint’s plan involved stealth and perfect timing. Too complicated, if you ask me.
“And what if we don’t go by your plan?” asked Kt, almost laughing at me for thinking I could take them all on. “Oh, you will,” responded Bfan, and he and Swat loaded and raised their guns simultaneously.
“This is mutiny!” yelled Meat, outraged. “This is life,” I said, pointing my gun at his chest once more. “Now, are we gonna do my plan?” “Fine,” said Meat, “but I’m leading!” “Be my guest,” I responded.
Somehow we managed to land in the Hangar without being shot down. But that’s when the action started. And I mean, REALLY started.
As soon as we got out, there was gunfire everywhere. I barely had time to look around. The room was huge, with jets and helicopters here and there. There were two large doors on the other side. The only doors in the whole place. And the enemy was EVERYWHERE.
“Take cover!” yelled TB, but he wasn’t successful in following his own command. I rocket (fired from a rocket launcher) soared through the air. It pretty much obliterated TB.
“Uh-oh,” said Swat, as two more rockets flew at us. I ducked down behind the jet just in time. The rocket flew right by Kt’s head, missing him by inches and hitting the wall. “Open fire!” yelled Meat. And that we did.
I was sweating. My plan was failing. There was no way we could just dash through the doors. “Okay, new plan,” said Meat, apparently forgiving me for my “mutiny”. “Me and Ktman will stay and provide cover fire, while Bfan, Tylo, and Swat will dash to the doors, get in, grab the GPS, and get out. Got it?”
Before any of us could nod, Meat got shot. Sudden, right? He was dead in seconds, having been shot in the neck. “Now what?” yelled Swat over the sound of gunfire. “I cover, you go!” yelled Ktman, and that was the end of the discussion.
Ktman began firing in all directions, while me and the rest of the gang ran for the doors. I still can’t believe we made it. But we did.
I wrenched open the doors and we all hurried inside. I slammed and locked the doors behind me. That’s when I turned and saw the room we were in.
There was nowhere to go. No doors or windows. Just a long desk in the middle of the large room. And at the desk, sat a gray penguin. Beside him were two other, tough-looking penguins. The one sitting was smiling at us.
“Very good, very good,” he said, standing up. “You are the ACP, I presume?” “You presume right,” I said, lifting my gun. “Oh, that wont be necessary,” he said, and at that moment metal pincers reached down from the ceiling and grabbed our guns. “We prefer to fight hand-to-hand,” he said.
“Fine,” said Bfan, raising his fists, “it’s on.” And with that, he lunged.
There was a blur of movement around me. One of the big guys had intercepted Bfan, and was now holding him against the desk, punching him in the stomach. The other guy had grabbed Swat by the neck, but Swat was punching him in the chest. Hard. And the other guy went for me.
He reached for my neck, but I grabbed his arm and pushed him to the ground. I tried to pin him down, but he kicked me in the stomach and I stumbled back into the wall. He got up and lunged, his arms outstreched, but I grabbed his arms and held him at bay.
“Who are you?” I asked as he struggled to get free of my grasp. “You may call me Steel Shadow,” he replied, grunting as he tried to escape. “That’s when I noticed that half of his face was covered in a steel mask (a little late to notice something like that). But I didn’t have time to ponder it, because he had broken free and tossed me to the side.
I rolled, hopped up, and turned to Bfan. He was hitting his tough guy’s head on the desk, and the guy looked like he was about to be out cold. Swat was exchanging blows to the face with his guy. He had a cut above his eye, but looked like he was winning. That’s when I spotted it.
On the center of the desk, was the purple GPS. I ran for it, Steel Shadow at my heels. He dove, but I dove faster.
I landed on the desk, and slid across, grabbing the GPS as I went. Steel wasn’t so lucky. He smashed right through the front of the desk, and came out on the other side.
I got up and ran for the door. Bfan and Swat both threw their opponents aside and made a break for the door. We had it. We had won.
Or, we almost won. Because at that moment Steel Shadow got up, holding what looked like a large pistol in his right hand. He was using his other hand to rub his head, which was bruised.
“Why don’t you have a taste of our newest weapon: The Hand Cannon!” And with that, he fired.
A small, golden capsule came flying out of the hand cannon. It flew through the air, coming strait for us. We kept running, but we didn’t stand a chance. It was over before it happened.
Right as I was reaching for the door, the capsule exploded in a mass of brick red fire. My right arm was consumed by the flames, and the force chucked me into the door. I hit it and fell in a heap at the bottom of the wall. I turned around.
I didn’t like what I saw.
Chapter 15: Revenge
First I saw Swat Bandit. He was lying on the ground, eyes closed, clutching his left arm. Not that bad, right? Wrong. Because then I noticed that his left hand had been completely blown off. It wasn’t a pretty site.
Then I saw Bfan. He had some burns here and there, but he only looked a little shaken. He was leaning on the wall, managing to stand up (unlike me, was sitting on the floor in a heap). He turned and smiled at me, but it was a pretty weak smile, and I knew things were bad.
Then I saw myself. Everything was fine except my right arm. It had been charred. The burn covered my entire arm, and the arm itself was brick red, like the fire that had consumed it. I was surprised that I could still use it, and that it didn’t hurt much to use it, but I knew that it was still a bad burn.
I turned back to Steel Shadow. He was getting walking towards us, both hands on the hand cannon. He was smiling.
“Nice try, but you can’t escape me,” he told us as he approached, finger on the hand cannon’s trigger. I looked back at Bfan. He looked back at me and nodded. I knew what he was about to do.
“If you surrounder now, your deaths will be quick and painless,” said Steel as he came closer and closer. “No, I don’t surrender,” said Bfan, and then he did it.
He pushed off the wall and sprinted at Steel. I thought he was gonna make it. I really did. But, like just about everything else I thought was going to happen, it didn’t happen.
Steel pulled the trigger, and the capsule hit Bfan squarely in the chest. The fire seemed to pull him apart, the flames completely engulfing him. I wanted to yell, “Bfan!”, but I couldn’t find my voice. And anyway, I knew it was over.
When the fire had disappeared, there wasn’t much left of Bfan. Just his dead, charred body. Steel Shadow laughed, kicking Bfan onto his stomach (he had been lying on his back, if you didn’t guess). “Like I said, you can’t escape me,” he said menacingly.
I pushed against the wall to get myself onto my feet. I had to avenge Bfan. And Thebest. And Meat. But right when I was about to make a break for him, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Swat.
He had his hand-less arm in his pocket, and was pulling me out the door and into the main hangar with his other hand. I pulled my shoulder free, ready to attack Steel. “Not now. Later,” he said. I knew that I couldn’t beat Steel. Not now, anyway. So I followed Swat out of the open doors.
I knew we didn’t have a lot of time before Steel Shadow caught up to us. And killed us, for that matter. So Swat and me bolted to the jet, where hopefully Ktman was alive and waiting.
He was.
Kt had been shot in the arm, the leg, and the chest, yet he was still going. He was propped up against the side of the jet, firing at any enemies in sight. “We gotta move!” I yelled, helping him into the jet. Swat followed us in. It was time for our great escape.
Out of the cockpit window I could see Steel Shadow running at the jet, loading the hand cannon. I pressed the auto pilot button, and opened up the cockpit sheild. Steel wasn’t going to stop us.
Gunfire clanged against the jet as we raised into the air. I was firing at the enemy with my handgun, trying to hold them off long enough for us to get out of there. Steel had loaded the hand cannon, and was aiming at us. I only had one chance.
I fired my gun right at Steel. The bullet didn’t hit him, though. It hit the hand cannon.
The hand cannon was knocked right out of his hands, and it flew in the air before hitting the ground a couple feet behind Steel. I ducked back down into the jet and closed the cockpit sheild. We were safe. For now.
The jet zoomed out of the hangar and toward our base. “That was close!” said Kt, breathing heavily. “Yeah, too close…” said Swat. I didn’t say anything.
We flew back home in silence. When we were almost at base I turned to Kt and said, “Look, I’m sorry. My plan was a complete failure. We should have gone with Saint’s.” “You’re right, we should of,” said Ktman, smiling at me, “but we didnt. We just have to forgive and forget. Did you get the GPS?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the purple device. “Great! Then mission accomplished!” exclaimed Ktman. Maybe it was true for him. But not for me.
Now I had a new mission. Kill Steel Shadow. And I was gonna complete it.
When we arrived at base, Dryvit and Saint were waiting for us at a small table with a bunch of medics. “Oh my gosh!” yelled one of the medics when she saw us. She ran and escorted Ktman and Swat to two stretchers so their wounds could be treated. She hadn’t seen my burnt arm.
“Where’s Meat, Bfan, and Thebest?” asked Dryvit as I walked up to the table they were at. “They were killed,” I replied, “by a guy called Steel Shadow. Or at least Bfan was.” “No…” said Saint, in disbelief. “Did you at least get the GPS?” asked Dryvit. “Yeah, I did,” I replied, and tossed the GPS to Dryvit.
That’s when they saw my burnt arm.
One of the medics grabbed my burnt arm and began to pull me over to a stretcher. It was that one girl medic. The one whose name I didn’t even know.
I pulled my arm away. “But we need to heal your wound!” she said, annoyed that I wasn’t cooperating. “Some wounds don’t heal,” I said simply, and walked outside.
I walked to the center of the Town. It was deserted. I stared up into the stars (it was night by now) for no reason, wondering what was gonna happen next.
That’s when he came.
“Hello Tylo, I’ve longed to see you again.” It was Billybob. Why not? Why not have him add to my already bad day?
“What do you want?” I asked, angry that he even came. “Oh, it’s not what I want. It’s what you want,” he responded.
I turned to face him. “What could you possibly have that I would want?” I asked. “Simple,” he said, “Steel Shadow.” He was right. I wanted Steel Shadow so I could kill him.
“What’s your price?” I asked, not willing to believe he was doing this for free. “Oh, I have no price,” he replied. “If you kill Steel, he dies. That’s not a big problem for me. If he wins, you die. That would help me. I can’t lose.”
He turned and walked toward the Snow Forts. He stopped, noticing that I wasn’t following him. “Are you coming, or not?” he asked, smiling at me.
I thought about it. I couldn’t trust Billybob. I knew that. There was no reason at all for me to think he was actually going to take me to Steel Shadow. Following him would be an idiotic move.
And so, I followed him.
The End of Book One
wolvetone said,
July 10, 2009 at 8:37 am
cool story tylo, its really good, thanks for putting me in!
Kenneth1000 said,
July 11, 2009 at 4:04 pm
Can you put me in next story plz plz plz i dying to be in somebodies story!
jediseth said,
July 11, 2009 at 7:16 pm
(Wary) and I bet.. I live
«●●●ƒσχтαιℓѕ●●●» said,
July 12, 2009 at 12:23 pm
“Running around and screaming is a daily, uhh, work-out that I have to do. Dr.’s orders.”
Dude, Meat isnt THAT stupid xD
«●●●ƒσχтαιℓѕ●●●» said,
July 12, 2009 at 12:26 pm
You left Seth strapped in… very nice, boys…
swat bandit said,
July 12, 2009 at 2:52 pm
fox actually seth asked to have that faint in the story
LOL.
Bp98 said,
July 12, 2009 at 3:42 pm
lol i love dark humor…. Man i comment on this site way to often XD
10Chuckie10™ said,
July 14, 2009 at 10:02 am
This inst War Stories, This is a load of acp crap.
-Chuckie
Fw Head General, roman Emperor
Uno148 (DSi) said,
July 20, 2009 at 11:10 am
That’s a really good story, but I think it’s missing somebody….maybe it’s me? jk You can put me in if you want, or else (D)
Ktman said,
July 22, 2009 at 10:01 pm
Cool, another great chapter!
~βã↑ιη↑Γéη€Ηé™ The ACP Maj Gen said,
July 22, 2009 at 11:22 pm
really nice
Ktman said,
August 3, 2009 at 1:35 am
Tylo, you acted like an asshole in this chapter. But it was a good one. XD
TyloV5 said,
August 3, 2009 at 2:09 am
Sorry Kt, but like it says: My mess, my rules lol.’
When does Fox come in and save them all?
TyloV5 said,
August 3, 2009 at 4:16 pm
She’ll come in and save them all later… Right now she’s drinking coffee on MY couch!
Tree_ä.k.ä_Swät_Bändit said,
August 5, 2009 at 11:47 pm
yay, my hand got burned off
Bob10119 said,
August 16, 2009 at 4:24 am
Ummm if the medic grabbed his burnt arm…in real life,the skin would come off……crap that would hurt….
PinkGirl1114 said,
August 16, 2009 at 1:41 pm
Coool Story
Spongebob DOES do strange things to CERTAIN people 
Snowball4851 said,
December 18, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Thats awesome could i possibly be in your next chapter? im Snowball4851
Roy2165 said,
June 2, 2010 at 3:15 am
this is soo f****** awesome..
ACP Council said,
June 12, 2011 at 9:49 am
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