Lane’s Revenge
Hello everyone! This is my new ACP story, called Lane’s Revenge. Chapter 1 is already up, so I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
It had been a very long day in Kelowna, British Columbia. More specifically, it had been a long day for those who worked at the offices of Club Penguin Entertainment, the world headquarters of the online game known as Club Penguin, beloved by thousands and thousands-perhaps even millions- of children. Lane Merrifield, also known as BillyBob, his Club Penguin moderator account, was heading to a meeting between him and the other moderators of the online game. They had agreed to meet a man who had told them he had the solution to all the Club Penguin team’s problems. As Lane closed his private office door, taking his laptop with him, he thought about the man who would be meeting with them. He had first contacted them through email, emailing the general Club Penguin email that players would contact the Club Penguin staff with if they had a problem with the game, or were reporting a bug. Generally, his email would have been ignored and he would’ve received the standard “Thank you for informing Club Penguin of this problem” email that most people get roughly two days later. However, he had used some key words that triggered the team’s alert, and the email was forwarded to Lane Merrifield himself, as well as Lance Priebe, better known as the moderator penguin Rsnail.
After reading the email, Lane and Lance conversed with each other, and came to the conclusion that whoever this person was, he was serious about what he was talking about and could help them, although he refused to give any information about himself or what he specifically had in mind to help the Club Penguin team until he could meet with them. Even after conversing with the man for almost three months through email, Lane had gathered little to no information on him, using any and all means of locating people he knew. This man, he had come to realize, was vastly mysterious and intelligent. There was no way of learning anything abouth him, and he could only hope that this meeting would reveal more about him, as well as his plan. All Lane, Lance, and the other moderators knew of his plan was that he nearly guaranteed that it would rid their game of the menaces that they had been working to put down since almost the day Club Penguin was released to the general public. They had drawn members away from the real attraction of the game, turned countless penguins radical, filled up rooms, crashed parties and servers alike, and did this all, they thought, without the moderators even noticing, or caring. The real story could not be more different from the truth, and Lane certainly hoped that this plan would be worth it.
As he entered the unmarked room in the corner of the basement of the building, that had served, for two years now, as Club Penguin’s highest security meeting room, he put a smile on his face. This was a time to be happy. In a matter of perhaps two months, he could be relieved of what he had been charged to fight, secretly, underhanded, since 2005. The thought of it put his mind at ease.
Lane greeted his fellow senior moderators. Lance was seated to the right of the head of the ten foot long table, where the most senior Club Penguin moderators and employees would hold their meetings. Lane’s seat was at the head of the table, being the man who had co created it all. As Lane manuevered his way to his seat, he took notice of the faces of his coworkers. They all seemed generally happy, although they had spent most of the day online, banning a large amount of penguins. Perhaps they had been thinking along the same lines as him on their way here.
He now turned his attention to the man who was seated at the other head of the table. This was, he presumed, the man that was pitching hiss plan to them. The man looked about 20 years old, with a cleanly shaven face, aside from a soul patch just under his mouth. His dark hair flopped down to his eyebrows, and he was wearing a three piece suit that looked very expensive. Lane opened his mouth to introduce himself and begin the meeting, but before he could start talking, the man in the suit held up a hand and silenced him.
“I already know who you are. Hello, Billybob. It is nice to meet you in person, finally.” The man talked quietly but with a sense of command, like he was accustomed to being in charge.
Lane shifted in his seat. The man made him feel uncomfortable, but he still had to hear him out. He put on another smile and said, “Well, since you already know who I am, and who we are, you may begin. We are all very interested to hear your plan…”
“Ah, yes. My plan. Well, gentleman, you may call me Violentaeletta. I will not tell you my real name for security reasons. I don’t want my name being given out to the wrong people, although you may learn it in time. I do plan on working with this team for a long time. I can help you with this problem, and remove the infestation that has bothered you for years.”
The Club Penguin staff looked around the room at each other, seemingly impressed. Lane, especially, liked what he had heard so far. He nodded. “Please, continue… Violentaeletta.”
“Of course,” the man said. “Armies. Ever since the creation of your online game, it has been plagued by menaces that decided to create these virtual cults, waging battles across your servers and attracting your players away from your actual game. They operate off of WordPress blogs and Xat chats, and have done so ever since your failed attempt at destroying them with closing their MiniClip forums.” At this, Lane felt his jaw drop. How did he know about that?
“Yes, Lane, I am aware of all your attempts at scaring off these armies, all your attempts at fighting them. You turned the Dojo into more of a game room to discourage them from using your game to fight. You removed the Viking Helmet, the signature item of the largest army, in hopes of getting rid of that particular one. You created the PSA to fight them, and that failed miserably. You removed the Fiesta party in an attempt to stop those accursed Nachos from advertising on your servers. You even made Mammoth, their favorite server, nearly impossible to get on to for many penguins. You’ve banned countless of their recruiting phrases, banned their penguins, and done everything you can to stop them without outright trying to destroy them. I am a smart man, and my own team has gathered large amounts of data on this, working on this plan for a while now.”
Lane frowned. He could not believe that this man knew of their efforts. It was supposed to be top secret. “I see,” Lane said. “And how did you know of our attempts?”
Violentaeletta smiled. “Never mind that, I have my ways. It matters not anyway, I am on your side. I want to help you. So.. now. My plan. I am in possession of some state-of-the-art technology that would, effectively, get these people that run these armies, and force them to stop. I can guarantee that by the time what I have in mind is finished, Club Penguin’s ‘armies’ will no longer exist. If you would allow me, I can show you how it works.”
Lane allowed him. He could already tell this was going to be good. As the meeting continued, he was more and more sure of it. As he left the office later that night, he knew one thing: the armies’ days were numbered.
Chapter 2
Tommy was having a pretty normal day. He had gotten up around 10 AM, since it was summer time and there was no school, and had moped around for a few hours. Given that it was really nice out, he decided he should go outside and enjoy the sun. Before he went outside, he decided to go on the computer, check Facebook, and turn on the TV for a few minutes. Upon turning on the TV, he noticed that it was on Fox News, in the middle of reporting a breaking news story. The only thing on the screen was a reporter standing in front of what looked to be like a zoo.
“…and the police forces, as well as animal control are doing anything they can to track down all of them and find where they belong. Again, for those of you that are just joining us, there have been numerous penguin sitings in the Boston area in the past few hours. Yes, penguins. We don’t know how they got here; zoos in this area have all released statements saying that there was no breakouts of penguins in any of the penguin exhibits across the state, but even so, there have been penguins reported in many places statewide. Not just your average colored penguins, these penguins have been reported in shades of green, orange, yellow, red, and many other colors. Back to you, Ernie.”
As the screen cut back to the news anchor, he was saying that they were now getting reports of similar stories across the country as well as just this state. The story got Tommy thinking of ACP, the army he had once been a part of. He still visited, and voiced his opinions, but no longer played a part in the military aspect of warfare. He didn’t want to. He was very aware of the fact that had he not “retired” he would have had a very good shot of becoming leader by then, but still stood by his decision to leave, although he still stuck around on their xat chat. Although he did visit chat quite a lot, he had more or less put that part of his life behind him. Suddenly feeling compelled to go on ACP chat, Tommy quickly typed in the link and logged on, asking anyone if they had heard about these news stories with the penguins. Not surprisingly, nobody seemed to know what he was talking about, more concerned about the latest video games and complaining over the newest Top 10 armies, by Club Penguin Army Central. Tommy shrugged it off and logged off, putting the news story in the back of his mind, where he thought it would stay.
Later that day, Tommy decided to go for a walk. He had intended on walking to his friend’s house, but that was not what ended up happening. Not even close. Tommy was walking down a side street, after having turned on to his friend’s neighborhood from the main road. He was walking slowly, not particularly paying attention to anything, just thinking about anything a normal fourteen year old boy would be thinking about on a bright summer’s day. That was, until his phone vibrated in his pocket. He immediately pulled it out. The screen said the new text message was from a number not in Tommy’s phone. Wondering who it could be from, Tommy opened the text message.
“Klug”. That was all it said. Tommy stopped walking and stared at the screen. Klug? Who was this text from? As soon as he started typing in the reply, “who is this?” another text message came, from yet again the same number. Tommy opened it up, only to find that it said the same thing. Who were these messages coming from? He was sure that nobody from the online community of armies knew his phone number, and just as sure that nobody he knew in real life knew of his affiliation with Club Penguin. Feeling very odd, Tommy started to walk a little faster. As he turned a corner on to yet another street in the neighborhood, he heard a noise. A shuffling of feet, like an animal was running around in the bushes. Tommy had a very bad feeling about this. He turned so he was facing where the noise was coming from, and backed away slowly, keeping an eye on the bushes where the noise was coming from.
“Hello? Someone there?” Tommy called out, to no response. He continued to stare at the bush, and then decided to continue on. He turned around, only to feel something ice cold slam into his back. Since he was not expecting the impact, Tommy stumbled to the ground and frantically looked for whatever had just hit him. After a few seconds of looking, he spotted it.
There was snow lying on the ground next to him. He had been hit by a snowball. In the middle of the summer. But that was not the craziest part. Out of the bushes, the thrower of this snowball- was a penguin, a green penguin about the same size as him. Tommy knew instantly that this was no ordinary penguin, and that it must have been one of the penguins the news reporter had been talking about earlier. This penguin looked nasty, too, as it had a snarl on its face. Tommy, very freaked out, turned around and started to run. Nothing good could come out of seeing this crazy green colored penguin, he thought.
As soon as he took off, he heard footsteps behind him. Horrified, he looked behind him while running to confirm his suspicions. Yes, the penguin was chasing him. Running like a human. Whatever it was, Tommy thought, it was not any normal penguin. Quickly, faster than he had ever seen anything run, the penguin was just on his tail, trying to grab him. At this point, Tommy knew that this must have had something to do with Club Penguin, although he couldn’t work out what.
Tommy decided that he needed to separate himself from the crazy penguin as fast as possible. He took a sharp right turn off the street, bounded up a lawn and climbed over the wooden fence separating the front yard and the back yard. Hoping he could hide in here and figure out what exactly was happening, Tommy ran over to the house’s shed and started to open the door, when he felt a pain in the back of his right leg. He could no longer feel it, and fell to the ground trying to move the leg over.
The penguin had gotten into the back of the yard, and had just done something to his leg. It was now standing over him with a menacing look on its face.
“Help!” Tommy screamed desperately. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to hear his screams. The penguin just stared at him, and then snarled at him once again.
“Klug,” it said.
“How do you know who I am?” Tommy whispered. The penguin responded by driving its arm-or flipper?- into Tommy’s face. Not expecting the hit, Tommy began to lose conciousness. He had enough time to think one thing, before he passed out.
They know who I am.
“Klug.”
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