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CPAWM Spooky Story Contest

KLONDIKE, CP Army Central Headquarters – Halloween is fast approaching meaning it’s time for CPAWM to unveil their first Halloween contest. The Spooky Story Contest begins!

Think you can write the scariest story about the CP Army Community? Publish your story in the CPAC comments section and it will be read by a panel of judges and the best story will be chosen to receive a 1000 XAT prize from CP Army Central!

About The Story!

The story should be set on Halloween Night. This being a Halloween Contest is the reason why this is. You can choose the year and time period the story is set in, but it has to be on Halloween Night. These are Club Penguin Army stories however so use Club Penguin rooms on the map. You can also use any igloo that you want, as well as former party rooms.

The characters of your story should be in some way, shape or form involved in the Club Penguin Army Community. They can be past or present community members, it doesn’t matter which. You may have as many characters as you want in the story – but make sure it revolves around the CP Army Community.

Rules of Entry

A winner of this contest will be chosen on the 30th October. Due to this, all entries are to be handed in by 5pm on the 29th October. Entries after this time will not be accepted and read on the 30th. We will then announce the winning story, and the winner of the xats on Halloween!

Remember to make sure that your story is based around the Club Penguin Army Community on Halloween Night! Use characters from CP Armies, while you can also reference and invent characters, just make sure there are some players from CP Armies.

The stories shouldn’t be longer than 1000 words. If you have to go over, don’t worry too much but aim to stick to the 1000 or less word goal. This is just to help the judges as there will be plenty of entries to read.

How Is It Judged?

There will be a three person judging panel assembled to read the stories. Each judge will then be asked to mark the story in accordance to several factors. These marks will then be added up and who ever receives the most total marks will receive the 1000 xat prize. We will be marking the story on the following criteria.

  • Originality
  • Scariness
  • Plot
  • Characters/Character Development
  • Grammar

Prizes

The first prize, and a prize that I’ve already previously mentioned is that of the 1,000 XATs that will be handed out to a winner. The winner can then do whatever they please with these xats, whether that be donating them, buying powers, saving them or just something else that they fancy doing.

The winning story will also be published on CP Army Central. This will allow an even wider range of people to read the Best Published Halloween Story in the community. The post will be up forever and there won’t be a time limit in which the post has to come down.

Good luck to everyone participating!

Zing King To

CP Army World Media Chief Vice President (CVP)

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73 Responses

  1. my sp00ky st0ry:

    there are people who dedicate their lives to playing cp

    • I’m borrowing this reply. Would anyone care to make a story about me? Thanks.

      • Same

    • 10/10, shiv wins gg guys

  2. “Dear, we need to have a chat about Internet Safety.” I slowly crumpled down onto the floor next to her. Her laptop was wide open and she was playing Club Penguin as she does everyday. Her eyes were locked into the action of the virtual penguin world. Comments and conversations from around the world appeared all over the screen. “Dear, can you stop your game for a minute?”

    She exited the server, closed the laptop, and looked up at me. “Mom, is this going to be another one of your cheesy scary story?”

    “Whhaaaaaaat!?” I faked hurt feelings for a second, and then grinned at her, “I thought you liked my cautionary and scary tales?” She grew up listening and devouring my stories about children who encountered ghouls, ghosts, vampires, and trolls. Like many generations of parents, I used scary stories to reinforce morals and teach lessons about safety. Single mams like me should use all the parenting tools at their disposal.

    She scrunched her little cute face a little, “They were fine when I was six. But now that I’m getting older, they don’t scare me anymore. They seem kinda silly. If you are going to tell a story about the Internet, can you make it really, really scary!?” I squinted at her incredulously. She folded her arms, and gave me the usual “I’m a big girl now” look, “Mom. I’m ten and I think I can handle it.” She laughed to herself.

    “hmm… okay… I’ll try.”

    I began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Sarah….” Her expression indicated that she wasn’t impressed with the terror of the introduction. she sighed deeply and dramatically and settled in for one of Mom’s typical cheesy stories. I continued…

    Sarah went online and joined several children’s websites, just like Club Penguin. After a while, she started talking to other kids in-game and on the message boards and forums. She made friends with ten year old girl named Chip. They liked the same video games and shows. They laughed at each other’s jokes. They explored new games together.
    After several months of friendship, Sarah gave Chip six Club Penguin Item Codes. This was a very generous gift. Sarah’s birthday was coming up and Chip wanted to send her a cool present in real life. Sarah figured it wouldn’t hurt to give Chip her home address – as long as she promised not to tell it to any strangers or grownups. Chip swore she wouldn’t tell anyone else, not even her own parents, and set about mailing the package.

    I paused the story and asked my daughter, “Do you think that was a good idea?” “No!” she said shaking her head vigorously. In spite of herself, she was getting into the story.


    Well neither did Sarah. Sarah felt guilty about giving away her home address – and her guilt began to grow. And grow. By the time she put on her pajamas the next night, her guilt and fear were larger than anything else in her life. She resolved to admit the truth to her parents. The punishment would be steep, but it was worth it to have a clear conscience. She squirmed in her bed as she waited for his parents to tuck her in.

    My daughter knew the scary part was coming up. In spite of her tough talk, she leaned forward wide-eyed. I spoke quietly and deliberately.


    She heard all the noises of the house. The washing machine bounced around in the laundry room. Branches scraped against the brick outside her room. her baby brother cooed in the nursery. And there were some other noises she couldn’t… quite… pinpoint. Finally, her mom’s footsteps echoed down the hall. “Hey Mom?” She called out nervously. “I have something to tell you.”

    Her mom stuck her head in the doorway at a weird angle. In the darkness, her mouth didn’t seem to move and the eyes were all wrong. “Yes, dear” The voice was way off, too. “Are you okay, Mom?” The girl asked. “Uh-huh” sung the mother in his strangely affected voice. Sarah pulled her covers up defensively. “Ummm… Is Dad around?”
    “Here I am!” Dad’s head popped into the doorway below Mom’s. His voice was an unnatural falsetto. “Were you about to tell us that you gave our home address to Chip? You shouldn’t have done that! We TOLD you never to give out personal information on the Internet!”
    He continued, “She wasn’t really a kid! He just pretended to be one. Do you know what he did? He came to our house, broke in, and murdered both of us! Just so he could spend some time with you!”

    A small woman in a wet jacket emerged in the child’s doorway holding the two severed heads. Sarah shrieked and gasped as the woman dropped the heads on the ground, unsheathed her knife, and moved into the room to work on the girl.

    My daughter screamed too. She twisted her hands defensively over her face. But we were just getting started with the story.
    After several hours, the girl was almost dead and her screams had become whimpers. The killer noticed the wailing of a baby in another room and removed her knife from Sarah. This was a special treat. She had never murdered a baby before and was excited about the prospect. Chip left Sarah to die and followed the cries through the house like a homing beacon.

    In the nursery, she walked to the crib, picked the baby up, and held it in her arms. She moved towards the changing table to get a better look. But as she held the baby, the crying died down. The baby looked up and smiled. Chip had never held a baby, but she gently bounced it in her arms like a pro. She quickly casted away the common urge to peel the baby’s skin off. She wiped her bloody hands on the blanket so she could stroke the baby’s cheek, “Hey there, sweet little angel.” The beautiful rage of sadism melted into something warmer and softer.
    She walked out of the nursery, took the baby home, named her Clare, and raised her as his very own.

    After I finished the story, my daughter was visibly shaken. Between ragged staccato breaths, she stammered, “But Mom, MY name’s Clare.” I gave her a classic mam-wink and tousled her hair. “Of course it is, dear.” Clare ran up the stairs to her bedroom in a fury of sobs.

    But deep down… I think she liked the story. 😀

    • can sarah’s name be changed to susan

    • Quinn o.o

    • That was awesome. lol

    • you have just copied that story from Reddit’s nosleep ‘a story to scare my son’

  3. ur mum

  4. zing’s nudes

  5. .. What.. have I.. become..

  6. Another Elites Gen.

    Sorry for giving you nightmares.

  7. phin’s nudes

  8. MUSTY IS LOVE, MUSTY IS LIFE

    Musty = Mustapha10 and Multilogging Co.
    Narrator = All 7 of actual DCP members
    Dad = Reasonable people in the community

    I was only 9 years old. I loved Musty so much, I had all the merchandise. I pray to Musty every night before bed, thanking him for the rank I’ve been given. “Musty is love” I say, “Musty is life”. My dad hears me and he calls me a multilog. He knew I was just jealous of my devotion to Musty. I called him a cunt. He DDoSes me and sends me to go to sleep. I’m crying now, and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s Musty. I am so happy. He whispers in my ear, “this is my server”. He grabs me with his powerful Arab hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I’m ready. I spread my ass cheeks for Musty. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much but I do it for Musty. I can feel me butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Musty. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with CP tabs. My dad walks in. Musty looks him straight in the eye and says, “It’s all ogre now”. Musty leaves through my window.

    Musty is love, Musty is life.

    • deLETE THIS NOW. CHANGE WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS

    • CHANGe IM CRYING heLP

    • What. The. fu- *Please stand by, Chris is spazzing*

    • You Should Become An Author.

    • OMG IM DYING

    • oh my god u idiot. Yes musta is love and life, but that was the most retarded thing ive ever seen

      • Ever heard of satire?

        • LMFAO

    • wait so only reasonable people in this community Ddoses people?

    • You deserve many awards for this.

  9. it happened on Halloween night, i finished trick-or-treeting in the Town, there was only 3 houses – coffee shop, gift shop and night club. A man in a van came over to me and said “alright mate get in the van” it said free WiFi so i went into it. I asked the man “why are we putting people into cubes” The man took off his mask, his name was Moe. Moe was musty, we werent packing PEOPLE into boxes, it was fkin MULTILOGS.

    musty was taken to court over illegal multilogs and bots. #RIP

  10. so much musty multi log stories 😦

    • Yeah… Originality marks will go down!!

      • i did it the first time dont u dare deduct me

    • Where’s an LT botting story when you need one with Waterkid included LOL?

  11. A WV soldier, moistnugget68, was patrolling Breeze, when he saw something orange hiding beneath the foliage of the Forest. “It couldn’t be… has the shield come unto us?”, he said, shaking in fear. Moistnugget was a typical white bloke who dies first in horror movies, so he approached the Orange silhouette in the bushes without even turning the safety off for his snowball rifle type 67. “Lol it will be fine there is no real ghost of except the KKK” he said, but sadly Club Penguin’s chat filters blocked his phrase so the Orange creature could not hear him. However, suddenly, the words “Orange Winter” echoed throughout the Forest. The frightened WV soldier did not even have time to think- a DCP soldier named Multilog1 jumped out of the bushes and aimed his rifle at the young WV soldier. There were several moments of silence, with the DCP soldier not moving, talking or doing any battle emotes. He just stood there in silence like a complete idiot. The WV soldier began approaching him, when he said something like “for fucks sake musta, this tab needs you”. His voice was laggy because Musta’s PC was struggling to handle all the Google Chrome tabs. The WV soldier locked eyes with the DCP troop, and found himself in love with the beautiful Orange man. The DCP returned this sentiment, and they switched over to CPPS.me to have hot cyber in the woods.

    However, something was… off about Multilog1 when they got to CPPS.me. Hyper realistic blood began dripping out of his zalgo hyper realistic eyes, and the WV soldier could’ve sworn that Multilog1’s fur turned blood red for around 2.394901934 seconds. “Disney 666” appeared at the bottom of the screen for 0.00199399 seconds. However, the WV soldier figured it was a glitch and moved on. But then, things got really weird. The WV soldier could not leave the Forest and hyper realistic blood and bones were now dripping from the hyper realistic trees. He began shitting bricks. The Lavender Town theme was playing in reverse and the trees now made a 666 formation, while the DCP soldier was now grinning hyper realistically and looked angry. He then roared in a demonic voice:
    “Never watch anime again young man”
    He pulled out a shotgun which is weird because you shouldn’t have shotguns in club penguin, but it was probably a glitch. He then pulverized the WV soldier, splattering HYPER REALISTIC BLOOD everywhere. The screen then turned black and the words “GOD IS DEAD, HAIL SATAN” came up and was dripping blood everywhere. Did I mention it was hyper realistic blood? The game then deleted itself and I never watched anime again because I didn’t want the dorito army to get me.

    • dont mess with moistnugget68 pls he is my nigga

  12. It was a fine day on the internet until I got ddosed. Now I wasn’t able to use the internet for a while. My mom told me to go outside, but I don’t want to go outside, I wanted to spend hours talking to fellow troops on the Light Troops chat.

  13. Nightmare On Elm Street
    ______________________________________________________

    It was a typical day for Elmikey in the old dusty basement of his. Autotyping away whilst smoking his fine blunt. A couple of hours have passed and he checked the site views. As he was checking the site views, he realized something very astonishing (no not that RPF is complete shit) but the fact that it was Halloween night! Forgetting about the blunt in his mouth, he nearly choked on it, After that tragedy, he immediately replaced his banned penguin, with a brand new one, and picked up the old phone to call up his neighbor Silverburg.

    After realizing that he didn’t pay his phone bill due to him being on welfare, he was panicking over the fact that he will be forced to go outdoors and give old Silverburg a knock on the door. He searched the weed infested basement endlessly for his RPF picket sign and raced to Silverberg’s house. After nearly going blind over not having any sunlight for god knows how long he knocked on Silverberg’s door. There was no answer, however, Silverburg was too occupied listening to Linkin park whilst masturbating furiously to his Donald trump poster. Fortunately for old Elmikey, he had a spare bag of weed inside his pocket. He threw the weed on the ground and Silverburg came racing out the door desperate for that bag of weed.

    Silverburg immediately confronted him for disturbing him whilst he was practicing his religion, but Elmikey was able to interrupt his yapping and told Silverburg it was Halloween. Silverburg went from pissed off to super elated. He was elated because he just spent his entire welfare cheque buying a Donald trump suit and wanted to have an opportunity to try it out. He also brought a picket sign saying “JOIN RPF WE ARE NUMBER ONE xat.com/rpfvictory.” Along with their slogan “FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT.”

    Halloween was Elmikey and Silverburgs favorite holiday of the year because it was the only holiday where they wouldn’t be made fun of for dressing like a bunch of fools. Elmikey was cosplaying as Hatsune Miku. In addition to being a great holiday for dressing like fools, it was also an amazing recruiting opportunity for the RPF empire. As the two were walking in the dusk at a leisurely pace, they first decided to pay a good old friend a visit.

    Despite the fact that it was pitch black outside, they managed to stumble across a house with wv protesters infested on the lawn. It was an underground factory owned by the Doritos of club penguin. The factory was producing robotic penguins for a well-known business in their small town known as “Sprite incorporated.”

    They approached the door despite the overwhelming amount of WV protesters, but before they could give the door a hard knock, they heard the sound of an egg splat. They turned around and noticed a rather familiar face. It was Badboy along with his partner in crime Ganger. Badboy released a boisterous chuckle from his lungs. Suddenly, Giant parrots began coming out of the windows of the house.

    It was the bots, the wv protestors got out there guns but unfortunately, they were no match against the bots. They wrote down a couple of their names, took photos of their stamp books and ran away. The bots pulverized Badboy and Ganger for attacking there grand empire. Legend has it that they still exist in an underground factory today, but it’s much smaller than there previous one.

    They did many things that night, they ding dong ditched Burr and Vinny’s house pissing them off to no end, got many recruits to join their army with the help of their picket signs, terrorized Puckley’s house so bad that it would put a smile on Mustas face, interrupted ACP’s circle jerk only to brag about how big their army is, and last but not least, they got to hook up with lots for a years supply of weed.

    But the highlight of their night wasn’t over yet, oh no it definately was not. They found a woman on the side walk offering sex for cash. Silverburg recognized who this girl was upon noticing the snowflake necklace she wore. It was Phin, a former ice warriors 3ic. They realized that they were getting laid tonight!

    They entered Phins home and noticed her very “suggestive” portraits of her with price tags on them. They ignored this and proceeded to lay down in Phins bed. They were so excited they could hardly wait. Phin took her clothes off and it turns out that she had a dick. She proceeded to fuck them in the ass and they ran for the hills once they were able to escape.

    The two were humiliated and distraught, but the worse was yet to come. As Elmikey approached his doorstep, he saw the piece of paper that he was fearing for months. It was an eviction notice, he knew he had to retire….

    • im crying this was one of the greatest things i have ever read in my entire life, you have a gift meta.

  14. I woke up covered in blood…
    “What the hell happened…..” I groaned

    2 nights before

    I bit my lip a day before halloween, I was sitting next to Change in the Water Vikings head quarters. Me and a couple of friends were talking about halloween night tomorrow for what we are going to do, a weird feeling came on me like something bad was going to happen tomorrow night but I just brushed it off.

    We kept talking about random things until Zing walked in and said “CPAC is hosting a Halloween party tomorrow at 8:00 PM! There will be food, drinks, movies, also were hosting an annual CPAC costume contest!” Chip laughed “Stupid, but i’m still going because I have nothing to do.” Most people agreed with Chip, “I guess i’ll go…” I sighed “That’s the spirit!” Zing chimed.

    Halloween Night

    I was sitting on my bed doing my halloween makeup a text came on my phone it was from Icey “You going to the Halloween party?” the text read. “Yea, I’m going how ‘bout you?” I texted back a minute later he texted back “Sure, why not.” He replied “Yay! See you there.” I turned off my phone and put it in purse…

    I walked over to the CPAC headquarters which was around 2 blocks away from my house. When I reached there it was around 8:45 PM I was surprised because many people were there, like half of the CPAC army community. I entered the place it was packed with people I saw legends and ordinary troops at the party I spotted Katie and walked over to her, she was talking to Strom, Chip and Mort. “Katie!” I said smiled “Ah Maid!” Katie said enthusiastically. I hugged everyone in the group and greeted them.

    We were talking until we were stopped Zing walked up to the microphone “Now since everyone is here let’s start the party!” Everyone cheered, but I didn’t something seemed off this feeling was worse I was sick to my stomach, I felt weezy “Maid are you ok?” Apollo asked “Yeah yeah I’m fine, I just need a drink.” I managed to choke out, Apollo shrugged “Alright.” He said. I walked over to the bar “I’ll just have some ice tea.” I said the person turned around, it was 11 “Sure.” He poured me out some ice tea and put a lemon wedge next to it then gave it to me, I took a sip of my drink and sighed “Anything wrong Maid?” 11 asked “Yea it’s just-” then I heard a scream

    The scream was loud enough to explode a dog’s ear drum, I stood up 11 stopped me by putting a gun against my forehead “Don’t move.” He hissed I stayed silent and nodded I reached my hand to my purse and tried to look for my pocket knife my breathing was getting more shallow I was surely having a panic attack. I found my pocket knife and took it out. I clicked a button to the blade would come out while 11 was not paying attention I took my knife and jabbed it in his stomach he let out an ear piercing scream I twisted the knife and pulled it right out he fell down to the ground and blood pooled around him. I dropped my knife and dropped my knees to the ground into the blood I covered my face with my hands “What the hell did I do, what did I do, what did I do…” those words kept repeating in my head over and over then all I just felt was a huge pain on my head until I blacked out.

    I woke up in a warehouse with Icey,Apollo,Change,Chip, and other people but I was the only one awake Zak walked up to me and smiled “Oh you’re awake, good.” I was confused my head was pounding I was drowsy “Oh dear you look tired.” Zak said and shook his head “I guess we will have to do something, Zing get the..thing” He smirked.

    I was spacing out until Zing came back and walked up to me “What the hell is that…” I mumbled, Zing had a smirk on his face “Oh just something.” He stated I was too dead inside to do anything, it was like I was drugged or something…I noticed Zing put my finger on the trap and it locked it in place my finger nail was on a little clamp thing…lord please don’t tell me it’s…

    Zak went down to my level “This may hurt…a little.” He said with a chuckle “What..the..fuck…is…this.” I said in a stern voice “Nothing~” he said after he hit the lever, my whole fingernail ripped off. I screamed in agony, tears streamed down my face the pain was everywhere. TyMaTt woke up because of my scream “What the hell was that..” he rubbed his temples of his forehead.

    Zing took out his gun and aimed it at TyMaTt “I did not give you the permission to speak.” Zing said he shot TyMaTt’s left arm he screamed in pain “Now shut up.” Zak said I was honestly getting sick and tired of this bullshit so with all the energy I had left I stood up and fought, I ripped off the fingernail peeler which took off some skin, Zing noticed I stood up and he shot me in the arm 3 times blood oozed out of me I went up to Zak and wrapped my hands around his neck and threw him down to the ground, then grabbed his gun and knife I was just so sick of being thrown around I just shot Zak in the head around 5 times.

    I could feel insanity reaching me I laughed like a maniac and walked up to Zing and stabbed his hand, he screamed “How does that feel, huh? HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT FEEL?!” Zing backed up I pushed him down and went on top of him, I kept on laughing and stabbed him in the left eye. “Ah I love this!” I cheered I took the gun and shot him 18 times then stabbed him, over and over I licked off the blood from my knife and stood up then walked outside.

    The moon illuminated, I was covered in blood

    Then I just fell asleep.

    • I think this one wins

    • uh…everything okay?

  15. *Creeeeeeeeak*
    I hear my door open and I already know who it is.
    “Mom! Can you go away? I’m leading my army right now!” I say.
    “Now sweetie, it’s 2:00 AM, you have school tomorrow.”
    I roll my eyes at her and groan.
    “Mom, this is practically a job, I make money off the revenue of this site!”
    I look at her with a serious look, and she scoffs.
    “Dear, you can’t make a living off Club Penguin. I know your Elite Penguin Force is-”
    “MOM!!!!! IT’S FREAKING REBEL PENGUIN FEDERATION!!!!” I screech in horror. How dare she call my beloved army that.
    “That’s it!” She says. “I’ve had it with your addiction! You can stay on this laptop forever, but you’ll get nowhere in life! I’m DONE!”
    She walks out, slamming the door shut, busting the hinges.
    That was 2007, it’s 2015 now.
    I stand in the doorway and look at my mom. She smiles.
    “My little boy Michael has grown up!” She sniffles.
    I groan.
    “Mom it’s Elmikey…” I correct her.
    “Oh I don’t care, I’m going to miss you and your Club Penguin antics!” she says, shedding a tear.
    Today is the day I head off to college. I was accepted into this university that opened up just last year, the name pleased me.
    “Multilogger University.”
    I hop into my 2007 Honda and drive off to MU. During the long drive, my life flashed before my eyes. All those browsers, Firefox, Chrome, Explorer, Safari appeared in my vision. I pull over and breathe, having another asthma attack. That’s why I don’t leave the house, it’s 3spooky5me.
    I finally arrive at Multilogger University. The lady at the desk, who’s nametag read “Mrs. Musty”. She glanced up from her desk.
    “Your room is room 420 Mr-”
    “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA XDXDXD!!!” I squeal.
    I take the key and run upstairs, but to my dismay, I have a roommate that isn’t Snoop Dogg. He just sits there silently. I start unpacking, trying to ignore this strange guy. The day went pretty normal until night. I was having the worst nightmare that my domain expired so I woke up sweating.
    I jump out of bed and head into the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, but my reflection isn’t there. Then, the mirror disappears.
    “What?” I say puzzled.
    CRASH! A multilog bashes through the window. The impact leads to glass landing all over me, sending deep cuts into my whole body. The multilog strangles me.
    “ONCE YOU USE US, YOU NEVER GO BACK, PAL.” He shrieks.
    I scream for my roommate, but before I see him, it had to be a million multilogs jumping on to me in a big orgy pile. I realized every name, RPFVICTORY1 RPFVICTORY2 RPFVICTORY3 RPFVICTORY4 RPFSWAG RPFWIN, all of them reminded me. They were hungry and vicious. I shake them violently off my body, but it’s no use. They devour into my skin, shredding off layer by layer. I scream louder than before, even before I got those sweet adult diapers in the mail.
    I manage to get up, but I ache all over. I run out into the hallway to find a bunch of the scariest thing ever, even scarier than those multilogs.
    Noobs. They crawled all over me, screaming.
    “CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND?” All I hear constantly. Their high pitched voices burst my ear drums, blood flows out of them. I scream, running, trying to get loose of the grip of the noobs. I slam head on into some immovable object.
    “Oh..my…god.”
    There I sit, flat on my ass, face to face with my worst enemy. A Club Penguin moderator. I start crying hard. The moderator grabs me with his big, sweaty, meaty hands. He smashes me into the wall repeatedly, blood flies everywhere, blood stains on the walls and ground, my beloved uniform, battered with battle scars. Then he stops, nearly unconscious, I can’t comprehend, but I hear a faint whistle from the mod.
    “Time to taste your own medicine.”
    A million bots fly straight into me, smashing virtually every bone in my body. I howl in pain, I turn pale at impact, and vomit violently. The bots spam “JOIN RPF JOIN RPF” into my face. The mod laughs right in my face. He picks me up and clutches me hard in his hand, crushing me.
    “This is my favorite part, Michael.”
    He takes out his massive, golden hammer with the big M on it. I scream in terror as he smashes it on my head. Orange bubbles pop all over my eyes.
    “You have been banned forever,” it reads.
    I scream and scream bloody mary. I’ve never felt so much pain in my life, and my vision goes black.
    *SLAM*
    Zing King closes the book.
    “Now see, this is why we don’t follow in Elmikeys footsteps kids.”
    The kids look on at Zing in horror. One raises her hand.
    “Yes sweetie?” Zing says with a smile.
    There’s a long silence. She has her lips zipped.
    “Can you put my army on the CPAC top ten? We’re the Fire Invaders and we maxed 25 at event! Totally legit.”

    • fucking amazing.

      • Thanks :).

      • Ohh the jeepers and creepers

  16. It was a typical day for Elmikey in the old dusty basement of his. Autotyping away whilst smoking his fine blunt. A couple of hours have passed and he checked the site views. As he was checking the site views, he realized something very astonishing (no not that RPF is complete shit) but the fact that it was Halloween night! Forgetting about the blunt in his mouth, he nearly choked on it, After that tragedy, he immediately replaced his banned penguin, with a brand new one, and picked up the old phone to call up his neighbor Silverburg.

    After realizing that he didn’t pay his phone bill due to him being on welfare, he was panicking over the fact that he will be forced to go outdoors and give old Silverburg a knock on the door. He searched the weed infested basement endlessly for his RPF picket sign and raced to Silverberg’s house. After nearly going blind over not having any sunlight for god knows how long he knocked on Silverberg’s door. There was no answer, however, Silverburg was too occupied listening to Linkin park whilst masturbating furiously to his Donald trump poster. Fortunately for old Elmikey, he had a spare bag of weed inside his pocket. He threw the weed on the ground and Silverburg came racing out the door desperate for that bag of weed.

    Silverburg immediately confronted him for disturbing him whilst he was practicing his religion, but Elmikey was able to interrupt his yapping and told Silverburg it was Halloween. Silverburg went from pissed off to super elated. He was elated because he just spent his entire welfare cheque buying a Donald trump suit and wanted to have an opportunity to try it out. He also brought a picket sign saying “JOIN RPF WE ARE NUMBER ONE xat.com/rpfvictory.” Along with their slogan “FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT.”

    Halloween was Elmikey and Silverburgs favorite holiday of the year because it was the only holiday where they wouldn’t be made fun of for dressing like a bunch of fools. Elmikey was cosplaying as Hatsune Miku. In addition to being a great holiday for dressing like fools, it was also an amazing recruiting opportunity for the RPF empire. As the two were walking in the dusk at a leisurely pace, they first decided to pay a good old friend a visit.

    Despite the fact that it was pitch black outside, they managed to stumble across a house with wv protesters infested on the lawn. It was an underground factory owned by the Doritos of club penguin. The factory was producing robotic penguins for a well-known business in their small town known as “Sprite incorporated.”

    They approached the door despite the overwhelming amount of WV protesters, but before they could give the door a hard knock, they heard the sound of an egg splat. They turned around and noticed a rather familiar face. It was Badboy along with his partner in crime Ganger. Badboy released a boisterous chuckle from his lungs. Suddenly, Giant parrots began coming out of the windows of the house.

    It was the bots, the wv protestors got out there guns but unfortunately, they were no match against the bots. They wrote down a couple of their names, took photos of their stamp books and ran away. The bots pulverized Badboy and Ganger for attacking there grand empire. Legend has it that they still exist in an underground factory today, but it’s much smaller than there previous one.

    They did many things that night, they ding dong ditched Burr and Vinny’s house pissing them off to no end, got many recruits to join their army with the help of their picket signs, terrorized Puckley’s house so bad that it would put a smile on Mustas face, interrupted ACP’s circle jerk only to brag about how big their army is, and last but not least, they got to hook up with lots for a years supply of weed.

    But the highlight of their night wasn’t over yet, oh no it definately was not. They found a woman on the side walk offering sex for cash. Silverburg recognized who this girl was upon noticing the snowflake necklace she wore. It was Phin, a former ice warriors 3ic. They realized that they were getting laid tonight!

    They entered Phins home and noticed her very “suggestive” portraits of her with price tags on them. They ignored this and proceeded to lay down in Phins bed. They were so excited they could hardly wait. Phin took her clothes off and it turns out that she had a dick. She proceeded to fuck them in the ass and they ran for the hills once they were able to escape.

    The two were humiliated and distraught, but the worse was yet to come. As Elmikey approached his doorstep, he saw the piece of paper that he was fearing for months. It was an eviction notice, he knew he had to retire….

    This shit didnt go through the first time so

  17. After the Club Penguins armies’ Halloween party, in the year of 2015, most penguins left and went back to their igloos. Ariel, a member of the Ice Warriors army, decided to stay a little while. The smiling moon was hanging high in the sky, the clouds eerily dancing in front of it, as if they’re the shadows of the night.
    Unlike any other penguins, Ariel like spooky and horrific things. When a penguin dressed in a screamer costume randomly ran in the middle of the party out of nowhere, with a knife caked with red goo that’s similar to blood, and everyone screamed, Ariel just laughed. Ariel knew that she’s strange, but she didn’t care. No one was able to scare her. She just a normal penguin like anyone else, just one little difference, that’s all. But, just that difference is the reason why she doesn’t have that many friends. Ever since she met the Ice Warriors, she thought she was finally able to make some new friends, but she was only able to make friends with the Ice Warriors’ staff, the troops just didn’t like her, unfortunately.
    She went to the coffee shop where most of the I.W. staff is hanging out. As she passed through the door, she can smell the heavenly aroma of coffee and hot chocolate.
    “Hey Ariel!” Daisy exclaimed. “Wanna have a cup of hot chocolate?“
    “Sure,” Ariel grabbed a chair from another table and sat down where the group is. Besides herself, she sees Daisy, Astro, Toto, Ladyboss, Sugar, Travis, Peppy, Derpy, Aquamarine, and Candy.
    “So how you like the party Ariel?” Toto asked. She keep fidgeting as she speaks. Probably had too much hot chocolate, Ariel thought.
    “It was fine… But, I wished I was scared for once.” Ariel answered with real true honesty.
    “Boo!” Lady shouted out loud. Of course, this had no effect on Ariel, or anyone to be truthful.
    “Grow up lady, nobody is scared of that anymore.” Astro said between sips of coffee.
    “Oh come one, it was worth a shot!” Lady sat back down at her chair, grumbling about the fact that Astro is right.
    “Anyway,” Travis stated. “How you guys liked my ninja costume. Cool, huh?” Travis stared at everyone with triumph.
    “Eh, could have been better.” Daisy said.
    “It was stupid.” Candy stated.
    “At least you tried your best.” Aquamarine said with sympathy.
    “Aqua, face it, you even said it was dumb!” Sugar sneered.
    “Sugar!” Aquamarine yelled, her face flushed red as everyone laughed.
    “Well Derpy and I liked it, right Derpy?” Peppy nudged Derpy with his elbow.
    “Huh? Oh, ya! It’s fantastic! five out of five!” Derpy said with a grin.
    “Oh, shaddup.” Travis said, frustrated. “At least I didn’t came in as a Rainbow Unicorn costume,” He looked at sugar while laughing.
    “It’s a great costume! Hmph!” Sugar refused to even look back at Travis.
    Ariel laughed, she loves hanging out with the I.W.’s staff. They’re the only people that seems to respect her and welcomed her as a friend.
    Daisy stand as she finished her hot chocolate.“Well, after hot chocolate, you guys wanna play at the ice rink! As you all should know, I’m the best ice hockey player there is!”
    “Oh, ya? Then let’s go now!” Astro and the rest of the group stand up. “Loser have to buy pizza for the winner!”
    “Deal!” Daisy said as she heads for the door.
    Then, it all changed.
    The coffee chop went completely black, the only light now was the moonlight coming through the window.
    “What happened?” Candy asked.
    “Ouch, Watched it, Sugar!”
    “Sorry Travis!”
    “Daisy, you’re the closest to the door, can you open it so we can get out?” Astro asked.
    Daisy didn’t respond. Ariel started to panic, then she realizing she is experiencing something she never had before.
    It was fear.
    “Daisy?” Astro yelled. “Daisy! Where are you? Everyone, split up and look for her!”
    Then a scream ripped through the air like a slice of a knife. Everyone stayed silent for a minute, taking in where the scream came.
    It was Daisy’s.
    “Everyone, run to the door!” Astro yelled. He ran to the door trying to open it with no avail. “It won’t open!” Astro curse as he tries to open the door with force.
    Then two more screams echoed through the air. It was the screams of two familiar males.
    “No..” Toto said. “No! Derpy! Peppy!”
    Then the lights came back on. The coffee shop look the same as it was before.
    Except the floor.
    Three dead penguins lay crookedly on the floor, pools of blood surrounding each of them. Each of them had been killed by a single painful slice through the neck, most likely by a knife. Blood were flowing from the wounds.
    Ariel couldn’t take it. She went to a corner and threw up until she can’t no more. When she was done she saw everyone that is still alive huddling around the dead bodies, horrified of what had become of their friends.
    “How.. What..” Travis stammered.
    Astro stepped away from the bodies. “Okay.. Lets all remain calm…,” Astro looked in everyone eyes intently. “We need to get out. Now.”
    Astro slammed himself to the door, the door didn’t gave away. “Come on guys, help me open the door! I know we’re all shocked by this, but we need to get out now if you want to stay alive!”
    Ariel ran to the door, slamming herself into it. For some reason, as old and weak it seems to be, the door just won’t give away. Then she knew. She knew the murderer must had shut the door tight somehow. She look through the cracks, saw that they’re filled up dried clay, ensuring the door won’t open. There was no hope now. She groaned just before the lights turned off again.
    Everyone stayed silent and huddled together, hoping nothing will happen. Then they heard a scream. It scared all of them out of their wits, then Ariel realized it was Sugar’s. “Sugar!” Ariel screamed, knowing it won’t do anything.
    Then as fate was meant to be cruel, new screams went and go, one by one, sounds of a knife slicing through throats, screams with filled with agony filled the air. It kept going until Aquamarine, Ariel, and Astro was left.
    Astro grabbed aquamarine and Ariel as he ran. They followed, leading themselves upstairs to the Club Penguin Times room. Then,while trying to find a place to hide, Aquamarine screamed before spurts of blood covered Ariel’s face. Ariel knew she was next. So this is how it gonna end, all of my best friends dieing right before my eyes before I joined them, too.
    She continue to ran until Astro pulled her down under the newspaper print machine. They were both silent for a long time, waiting and hoping the lights would turn back on.
    When Astro think it’s safe to get up, he went first. Then, came Ariel. Ariel thought the murderer had given up on finding them and left. She let out a sigh of relief. Then dread and shame came to her when she remembers almost all of her friends are dead. She started to cry, knowing they will never come back.
    Astro was silent for a moment, thinking what to say. “It’s okay Ariel, everything’s gonna be fine… Soon we’ll be able to find he- What the!” Astro was interrupted as his flipper got stuck in the newspaper print machine that, surprisingly, turned on, dragging Astro’s body towards to, unfortunately, soon becoming a newspaper.
    “Ariel, help me!” Then Astro saw something he couldn’t forget.
    Ariel was holding a blood covered knife. Ariel was smiling.
    Ariel was scared, afraid, sad, but… considering she never felt like this before, eerily she felt satisfied. She can finally know what it’s like to be scared.
    “Bye Astro. Tell the rest of the gang I wish all of you farewell.” Ariel said.
    She left as Astro’s body crunch and snap through the machine, his screams filled the air, Blood all over the room.
    Ariel said one more last thing before she left.
    “Happy Halloween.”

    • .. ya i know.. too long…

  18. Tap Tap Tap:My Halloween Story

    I will tell you a story about something terrible that happened on Halloween. This story is true, so they say, and it made my hair stand on end just to hear it.

    It all happened many years ago in my town, which, at that time, was just a little town between the mountains of Catalonia, Spain. The town was little more than a small square with a church, a park, a prison and a school, with all the houses clustered around. The town was very proud of their school since it had been voted the best school in the province.

    It was the morning of October 31st – Halloween – and a class of students were doing arts and crafts in their classroom. Some were cutting skeletons out of sheets of paper, some were painting vampire bats and others were drawing pumpkins. The students were all aged between eight and nine years old. Their teacher was a beautiful young woman who had only been working at the school for one month.

    While the children were having fun, preparing the HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS, the teacher turned the radio to listen to the weather forecast. She was planning to organize an outdoor Halloween party for the kids later that day and wanted to be sure that it wouldn’t rain.

    Suddenly, the weather forecast was interrupted by a news bulletin.

    “This is an important announcement. A convicted murderer has escaped from the local prison and is on the loose. He is described as armed and very dangerous. Please, do not attempt to apprehend him. The police will…”

    The teacher rushed across the room and switched off the radio. She did not want to alarm the children, but it was too late. The children had all heard the broadcast and were very frightened by the news. They knew that the prison was very near the school. The teacher tried to reassure them and told them not to worry.

    A few minutes later, the school principal made an announcement over the intercom:

    “Attention all teachers! We have been informed that police are dealing with a very serious situation that is occurring right now in the town. All teachers are advised to lock the doors and windows of their classrooms until the police get this situation under control. I repeat, lock all doors and windows until further instruction. That is all.”

    The teacher told the class to stay calm. She took out her key and locked the classroom door. Then she went around and closed every window, making sure that they were secure and nobody could get in.

    One little girl raised her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom. The teacher didn’t want to let her go, but the girl insisted. The teacher finally relented and gave her permission to go to the toilet. After all, it was unlikely that the murderer would come to the school.

    She told the girl that, when she came back, she would have to give a secret knock at the classroom door. Then they would know that it was her and they could let her back in. The code was three taps and two scratches.

    Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch.

    The girl left to go to the bathroom and the teacher locked the door behind her. To take the children’s minds off the scary situation, she started telling stories. After 20 minutes had passed and the girl still had not returned, the teacher began to get worried.

    “What’s taking her so long”, she wondered out loud.

    Suddenly, they could hear footsteps in the corridor. Everybody in the classroom froze. Then they heard a noise at the door:

    Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch.

    “She’s back”, sighed the teacher in relief.

    She walked over, took out her key.

    “what if it’s not her”, asked one little boy who was shivering with fright.

    The teacher hesitated, her key inches from the lock.

    Again they heard a noise at the door:

    Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch.

    “It must be her”, said the teacher. She put the key into the door and unlocked it.

    Suddenly, the classroom door burst open and a tall man was standing there. In his right hand, he was holding a knife and in his left hand, he was holding the little girl’s severed head.

    The escaped murderer came into the classroom, smiling from ear to ear. The children were trapped inside. All that could be heard in the corridors of the school were screams of terror and squeals of pain.

    In the chaos, the teacher managed to break a window and jump out. She barely escaped with her life and crawled to safety. The children, however, were not so lucky.

    When the police arrived, they found the murderer sitting in the middle of the classroom. The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in blood. Little body parts lay scattered around him. He had chopped up every child in the class into tiny pieces.

    They found the headless body of the little girl in the third stall of the bathroom. The police figured out what had probably happened, that cold October day. The escaped prisoner must have been hiding in the toilet when the girl was asking for permission to go to the bathroom. He must have surprised her in the stall and forced her to tell him the password. When she did, he cut off her head.

    Today, the teacher is in a psychiatric hospital. She never recovered from the incident and can’t stop repeating over and over again: “Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch… Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch…”

    The school was abandoned because parents refused to send their children there. There were too many bad memories. The school was left just the way it was when the murders occurred. They say that if you visit the old school building and go into the classroom, you can still see the blood still dripping down the walls.

    If you are brave enough, you could even go to the bathroom. Just tap three times and scratch two times on the door of the third stall. Then open it. You will see the headless body of the little girl sitting on the toilet.

  19. As midnight approached, Bob, a Nacho owner, was getting ready for a battle in his freaky bedroom. The night was dark and stormy. Wolves howled as the wind whistled. As he approached the computer, it burst in to flames, leaving nothing behind but soot and dust … and a note.
    The note read:
    Three nights,
    one knife,
    your doom shall be sealed.
    “Da fudge!” Bob cried. As he turned around to go to bed, there was a creak. The windows opened. And then a tune, like a jingle. He quietly tip- toed to the corner.
    A silhouette was in the corner. It looked like death. Death came for him! Bob banged the table as he tried to get his cutsco knife used for many purposes.
    ” YOU SHALL NEVER TAKE ME!” Bob shouted. ” I WON’T DIE TONIGHT!” he charged towards the silhouette but all of a sudden… it vanished. Rapidly he sprinted t his moms bedroom. As he opened the door, he saw masses of blood. The lights had shattered and the wallpapers were covered in organs and blood.
    He crept back and as he was about to turn around, he shrieked as a man with a gun fired at him. The man cried a laugh of evil as Bob dropped to the floor… dead.
    They still say on Halloween evening, Bob roams on nacho chat, as a new member, trying to attend the battle. And every Halloween night, the serial killer finds a new cp army kid to murder and turn into a multilog. His name: Mustapha.

  20. It was early in the morning, of course. Eagles soaring along the baby blue skies, filled with dew, and overcasting clouds.
    “So. Yen. How uh, how was the war with the LT’s?” The new member of RPF pleased to tell her the story.
    “Terrible. One word. Somehow, LT’s are back. LT’s were supposed to be shut down forever. Until, that is… Dr.Matt had reopened it. RPF doesn’t plan to take it over, like last wars with LT’s. Water, the previous leader of LT was a horrible, selfish mess. I hope Matt isn’t like Water has been.”
    “Yep!” The new member chuckled.
    “Hmm… Yeah.” Yenawa replied with her braiding her fluffy, thick, hair.
    “Wanna play… Lacrosse?”
    “Heck yeah!” The member cheered. Yenawa ran into the house, it was overwhelmingly cold, it felt like ice was slamming into her face. The skin of the drum changed its tone in which tempature it was. Cold for a higher pitch, warm for a lower pitch, and hot for a very low, flat pitch. She grabbed her buffalo fur blanket, and rubbed her flipper over the cold, yet not frozen drum. She then placed the warm buffalo fur over the drum.
    “Warm up, I have to get ready for the contest!” She whispered. The animal skin used for the drum, that she respected. An animal gave up its life for the drum, and must be respected at all costs. She grabbed 2 sticks, at the head of the sticks, were nets. Carefully netted paracord nets, pupil eye-trout colored black. Which, in simple words… Jet black, like her fathers hair. She waddled back outside.
    “Back!” Yenawa huffed breathlessly.
    “Good good!”
    The 2 penguins stood parallel to each other.
    “Hya, hyu! HYU!” She shouted in a war call.
    “Hyaaaaa wahaka!”
    “WICHAHAAAAAAAAA!” Yenawa bolted towards the new solider of RPF.
    “HYA HYA!”
    The 2 slammed sticks into each other, and the new member catched the pearly white ball from the ground, and bolting towards the goal, but only, as he had not expected, Yenawa full-on tackled him, and bolted up, hurrying towards the ball.
    “Caught i-” She ran out of breath, collapsing”
    “Yen!” He called out.
    “I have- Asthma!” Yenawa coughed.
    “Oh. Great.”
    “I forgot I can’t- tackle- people!”
    “Well um…”
    “Get my inhaler!” She coughed viciously.
    “Ok ok ok!” He bolted into the house, and searched for a black and white inhaler. “Cmon cmon cmon!” He grabbed the inhaler found under the table and bolted towards Yenawa. The next thing he knew… Was blood pouring slightly from her stomach. It was a giant wood piece from the stick, buried into her stomach. She was out of breath as well.
    “Oh my god. Oh my god!”
    “Ye- YENAWA NO!” Clout bolted towards Yenawa.
    The new member forced the inhaler into her mouth, and pressed the button on the inhaler. Clout carefully removed the wood piece, then poured pure filtered water, by Nestle, and cleaned the wound, and took off her jacket.
    “God dang it…” She sighed worriedly. She pressed the jacket firmly onto the wound from bleeding. The ambulance rushed down the road. One of the ambulance people jumped over the fence. Like a boss! The others busted the ambulance table into the fence, the fence falling down. They equipped equipment to Yenawa, and lifted her onto the table.

    Many weeks later, Yenawa returned. The hand drumming contest had started. She limped, and some children helped her.
    “Thanks guys. You deserve frybread!”
    “Frybread!” The children cheered.

    The children and her walked towards the fry bread buying-place.
    “7 fry breads please.”
    “Ma’am thats 10 dollars.”
    “Okay.” She picked out a 10 dollar bill. The 6 children glared at Yenawa, smiling with happiness.

    The children and Yenawa ate the fry bread, crispy on the outside, and soft on the inside. Fry bread power!

    The End.

  21. Elmikey’s age.

    • LOL GOOD ONE

    • He isn’t 20 yet though

  22. My scary story:
    Doritos

  23. Sounds spooky

    • Thats what she said Lol

  24. On Halloween night the RPF war invading the light troops. 10 minutes into the battle the light troops had not shone up. Clout told the other RPF to be ready because the light troops could still show up. 1 minute later alot of yellow penguins showed up. 5 minutes into the battle club penguin went dark. On the 2 chats everyone was freaking out. 2 minutes later club penguin went back to normal. 1 secant later 50 red penguins showed up. They were not a army. They all held weapons and if they get you your penguin would fall down bleeding and you could never log back on to club penguin. The RPF and the light troops both ran for different rooms. Me and snyper ran for the snow forts. I was looking at my map and i could see that club penguin was getting eaten by i giant clown. All of the cove was already been eaten. Me and snyper had a bigger things to worry about. There was about 30 red penguins in the snow forts now. I started throwing snowballs randomly at the red penguins and it was working. Once you hit the penguin it would fall over and die. Me and snyper both killed all of the red penguins and then we realized that the clown was right in front of us. We both ran to the top of the light house. The rest of the survivors were all meeting there. The only RPF there were me snyper Clout and serpeant. All the light troops were meeting at the dojo. The only two room left were the dojo and the beach. The rest of the RPF decided to face the clown head on. We could see all of the light troops getting killed by the red penguins and getting eaten by the clown. First we decided to kill all the red penguins. It was hard but finally we all did it. Now it was time to kill the evil clown. We had to throw snowballs in the clowns mouth and we finally killed him. After he died all the penguins and all the rooms got back and we just resumed the battle. That is how a couple of RPF saved club penguin on Halloween night.

    • jesus fucking christ put fucking paragraphs every once and awhile so it isnt a total total bitch to read

  25. My scary story: How many times SWAT has been revived.

    • LOL

  26. Just a few weeks ago. I was stalked by Andrew24 to this non CP related chat over my past CPAC comments and just so he can trash talk about me for no reason. I banned him on the spot because it was creepy as hell to do that. I have my rights and my space and when you defy both of them you get the out sign. There is my spooky story in which I put no effort to say because I don’t care that much about a CP army contest as I do the lulz now a days. 😀

  27. Tap Tap Tap:My Halloween Story
    I will tell you a story about something terrible that happened on Halloween. This story is true, so they say, and it made my hair stand on end just to hear it.
    It all happened many years ago in my town, which, at that time, was just a little town between the mountains of Catalonia, Spain. The town was little more than a small square with a church, a park, a prison and a school, with all the houses clustered around. The town was very proud of their school since it had been voted the best school in the province.
    It was the morning of October 31st – Halloween – and a class of RPF students were doing arts and crafts in their classroom. Some were cutting skeletons out of sheets of paper, some were painting vampire bats and others were drawing pumpkins. The students were all aged between eight and nine years old. Their teacher Clout was a beautiful young woman who had only been working at the RPF army school for one month.
    While the children were having fun, preparing the HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS, the teacher turned the radio to listen to the weather forecast. She was planning to organize an outdoor Halloween party for the kids later that day and wanted to be sure that it wouldn’t rain.
    Suddenly, the weather forecast was interrupted by a news bulletin.
    “This is an important announcement. A convicted murderer has escaped from the local prison and is on the loose. He is described as armed and very dangerous. Please, do not attempt to apprehend him. The police will…”
    Clout rushed across the room and switched off the radio. She did not want to alarm the children, but it was too late. The children had all heard the broadcast and were very frightened by the news. They knew that the prison was very near the school. The teacher tried to reassure them and told them not to worry.
    A few minutes later, the school principal made an announcement over the intercom:
    “Attention all troops! We have been informed that police are dealing with a very serious situation that is occurring right now in the town. All teachers are advised to lock the doors and windows of their classrooms until the police get this situation under control. I repeat, lock all doors and windows until further instruction. That is all.”
    Clout told the class of RPF to stay calm. She took out her key and locked the classroom door. Then she went around and closed every window, making sure that they were secure and nobody could get in.
    One little girl raised her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom. The teacher didn’t want to let her go, but the girl insisted. The teacher finally relented and gave her permission to go to the toilet. After all, it was unlikely that the murderer would come to the school.
    She told the girl that, when she came back, she would have to give a secret knock at the classroom door. Then they would know that it was her and they could let her back in. The code was three taps and two scratches.
    Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch.
    The girl left to go to the bathroom and the teacher locked the door behind her. To take the children’s minds off the scary situation, she started telling stories. After 20 minutes had passed and the girl still had not returned, the teacher began to get worried.
    “What’s taking her so long”, she wondered out loud.
    Suddenly, they could hear footsteps in the corridor. Everybody in the classroom froze. Then they heard a noise at the door:
    Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch.
    “She’s back”, sighed the teacher in relief.
    She walked over, took out her key.
    “what if it’s not her”, asked one little boy who was shivering with fright.
    The teacher hesitated, her key inches from the lock.
    Again they heard a noise at the door:
    Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch.
    “It must be her”, said the teacher. She put the key into the door and unlocked it.
    Suddenly, the classroom door burst open and a tall man was standing there. In his right hand, he was holding a knife and in his left hand, he was holding the little girl’s severed head.
    The escaped murderer came into the classroom, smiling from ear to ear. The children were trapped inside. All that could be heard in the corridors of the school were screams of terror and squeals of pain.
    In the chaos, the teacher managed to break a window and jump out. She barely escaped with her life and crawled to safety. The children, however, were not so lucky.
    When the police arrived, they found the murderer sitting in the middle of the classroom. The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in blood. Little body parts lay scattered around him. He had chopped up every child in the class into tiny pieces.
    They found the headless body of the little girl in the third stall of the bathroom. The police figured out what had probably happened, that cold October day. The escaped prisoner must have been hiding in the toilet when the girl was asking for permission to go to the bathroom. He must have surprised her in the stall and forced her to tell him the password. When she did, he cut off her head.
    Today, the teacher is in a psychiatric hospital. She never recovered from the incident and can’t stop repeating over and over again: “Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch… Tap tap tap. Scratch scratch…”
    The school was abandoned because parents refused to send their children there. There were too many bad memories. The school was left just the way it was when the murders occurred. They say that if you visit the old school building and go into the classroom, you can still see the blood still dripping down the walls.
    If you are brave enough, you could even go to the bathroom. Just tap three times and scratch two times on the door of the third stall. Then open it. You will see the headless body of the little girl sitting on the toilet.

    • sorry i had to re-post, btw king cheetos is snyper

  28. Overaged pedophiles in armies for dummies 2015 confirmed

  29. The revenge of sammyclassicsonicfan:

    I am a well known youtube troll from the caves of 9gag. A few years ago some 9 year old named sammyclassicsonicfan was on youtube. I trolled in the comments, I still remember i told everyone to take a shot after everytime he says frick or voice cracks in his videos. I do remember there was a time when i made him quit youtube for 3 weeks. And now today is halloween, i dress up as my favorite meme, the wrestlemania streak ender guy and i soon go around my neighborhood collecting candy, but then i came up to one house, there was a bloody sonic costume hanging from the deck railing. Then i went to ring the doorbell to say trick or treat. As soon as the door opened i get flung in the house, blind folded and pushed into some dark room with nothing in it besides a tv. I was then un-blindfolded and i could see some resemblence of a sonic furry costume beside the tv. I was forced to watch the tv as it went through all of my comments on his videos.the screen started to go dark. I could then see an image of a possessed sonic on the tv, my skin was crawling and i could feel something around my neck and then

    SCREEECH

    The furry sonic costume lunges at me and i am being strangled, and then the sonic furry costume pulls off its mask. It was sammyclassicsonicfan.

    He said ‘you fricking frick’ in a creepy tone but other than his voice, there were many differences with him. He had bloodshot eyes that looked like blood was leaking through them his mouth had saliva, mucus and blood drooling out of it and one of his ears were completely cut open.

    The tv screen made a jump cut to the sonic.exe game, i was forced to play, every time sonic got my character, sammyclassicsonicfan would cut off a limb until i got to my last arm. He managed to stop me from bleeding out but it was agonizing enough, sammyclassicsonicfan vanished through the room. I tried to go to sleep- or wake up because i thought it was a dream. I woke up in my own room but i had all my limbs cut off now. Then all of the sudden sammyclassicsonicfan dropped from the top bunk at my bed and stabbed a satanic sonic face in my cheek, i laid there emotionless and then a shadow hallucination appeared in my bedroom and ran at me. I thought i was fine until 7 seconds later shadow’s creepy face was all i could see. In my mind all i could remember was

    ‘You fricking frick’

    I, and sammyclassicsonicfan were never to be heard of ever again.

  30. my scary story. How fucking retarded waterkid is. That is most scary story anyone can tell

  31. An Ice Filled Night.
    It was Halloween night. We had just got a boat to the Ice Berg, me, Max, Mustapha and Edwin when suddenly we saw a penguin wearing a mask. It would of been normal if it wasn’t midnight and every other penguin would have been in bed or offline. “Hello” I sad to the penguin starring suspiciously at us.
    He didn’t respond, he just kept starring at us.
    “I think we should just go Zoomey” Max said to me.
    I agreed and so did Mustapha and Edwin. We got back on the boat we came from. Suddenly, the penguin waddled towards the boat. “Quickly go!” Edwin screamed to Mustapha who was undoing the knock he done.
    “I’m trying but it’s too tight” He screamed back at Edwin.
    The penguin made it too us just as Mustapha undone the knot. He jumped on the boat and Edwin sped off.
    “Get off the god damn boat” I screamed.
    He still didn’t say anything. He then took out a hockey stick and started to swing it towards us. “Get him off” Edwin said trying to keep control of the boat.
    The penguin whacked me nearly knocking me out. I was injured.
    “Oh no!” Screaming Max in pure horror.
    Mustapha tried screaming for help but the no one heard the calls. Edwin decided to stop be the boat in-case any of us fell off and were left behind. The second Edwin stopped the boat he flung towards the penguin and managed to remove the mask.
    “Oh my god” I said, still really hurt.
    It was Waterkid. We were shocked. Someone we’ve known for ages was trying to hurt us.
    Waterkid froze. “Get him” Max screamed.
    Mustapha lunged towards him pushing him off the boat. “Drive” I screamed laying down.
    Edwin quickly restarted the boat and drove off. We were all shaken up and told the CPPD what happened.
    That was a night I’ll never forget.
    We never went to the Ice Berg at night again

  32. “Guys, I’m gonna go,” Clout said, after one Halloween Party. “Have fun exploring the mansion– hmm?” She found that she could log out of Club Penguin.
    Sprite ran to the front doors and tugged on them, to no avail.
    “Aw, great,” Sprite groaned. “We’re all gonna end up dead, aren’t we?”
    “It’s because of you multiloggers!” DrMatt angrily responded.
    “Excuse me? It’s also the Doritos and Dark Warriors!”
    “Don’t drag us into this!” Toy defended.
    “Exactly!” Mustapha agreed.
    “I don’t understand what you’re all fighting about,” Sidie remarked. “Just accept the fact that you’re all multiloggers.
    “Guys!” Clout intervened, before anyone could open their mouth to protest against Sidie. “The only way we’ll get out of this is if we put our heads together and figure out a strategy.”
    Sprite threw a chair at a window. He succeeded in breaking a chair, but not the glass. “This can’t be broken by normal means,” he said.
    “Finally, someone actually figured out the obvious,” Badboy muttered. Everyone jumped, as his words stung.
    Clout gave him an annoyed glance, but said nothing on the matter. “Everyone split up. If we find an exit, we call the others. If you don’t, when the others get out of here, they will personally hunt you down. Understood?”
    Everyone agreed, but each of them knew, even Clout, that they would get out at the first opportunity, without telling anyone.
    Everyone took a different direction and started looking. It wasn’t long before an agonized scream rang through the mansion.
    Drmatt raced back to the foyer to find the body of Sprite, a knife stuck in his chest. “Oh, shoot. The killer must still be around.” He noticed bloody footprints on the ground. “Bloody footprints mean where the murderer went.” He turned around and ran in the opposite way.
    In the dining hall, Badboy and Sidie ran into each other. After asking each other if they had found an exit, and both replied that they haven’t, they decided to work together.
    Mustapha climbed the stairs to the attic. Before he could, another scream came from the library. He raced back down the stairs and threw open the door.
    Clout was examining the body of Drmatt. “It was you!” Mustapha accused. “I got here a couple of seconds before you did,” Clout defended. “Besides–”
    Something crashed in the dining room. “–I couldn’t have done that,” Clout finished.
    They ran to the dining room. They found Badboy dead, and Sidie fighting someone. As soon as the culprit saw them, they pushed Sidie into Mustapha and Clout, and fled the scene.
    “Who was that?” Clout asked right off the bat.
    “I don’t know!” He shouted. “They got the drop on us. When I turned around, Badboy was already dead, and they started attacking me.”
    “Are you okay?” Mustapha asks. Sidie nods. “Just– out of breath–” he gasps.
    “Have you seen Toy?” Clout asked.
    “No.”
    “He must be around somewhere, him or his corpse.”
    “Please try to be more positive.”
    “Fine.”
    Mustapha still suspected Clout of being the killer. But he decided he would play along, certain that Toy would die first, so he would have time to form a counterattack.
    As they walked down the hallway, Clout tripped over a wire. She stumbled back, and an axe from a nearby suit of armor fell and grazed the edge of her shoe. If she had stayed in the position, or stumbled forward, she would have been mortally wounded.
    “What the–” she started.
    “Aha!” Bepboy jumped out of a hole in the wall. “Oh, it’s you. Why did you ruin my trap?”
    “Trap?”
    “Yeah, I laid a trap so that I would kill the person if he tried to come after me.”
    “Wouldn’t it backfire if the axe missed?” “I guess it would,” Toy admitted. “It was something to buy time.”
    “Help us find a way out.” “Okay.”
    Mustapha collapsed, the axe stuck in his back. A figure in black slowly advanced towards the trio. Sidie was hit in the neck by a flying knife.
    Clout ran one way, and Toy the other. Clout ran into the library and barricaded the door. “I must find a way out,” she muttered, and tripped over the arm of DrMatt’s body, grabbing a candleholder to keep her balance. It rotated to the side. “Great, I broke it!” Clout said.
    The bookshelf slid to the side, revealing a passageway.
    Clout opened the library door cautiously. “Bepboy? You there?” Clout called. “I think I found a way out! It’s in the library! It’s hidden behind a bookcase!” There was no response.
    She went into the hidden corridor, and came out in a graveyard. She saw footprints on the ground leading into the tunnel that weren’t hers. “The killer must have a way out, so there’s probably an exit around here…” Clout thought. She noticed the gate that was swinging in the breeze. She ran through, out into the dark, and out into freedom. She never returned to the mansion again.
    Meanwhile, Bepboy had heard Clout’s call, and was formulating a strategy. Soon, it was time to put his plan into action. He sneaked to the library door and knocked.
    The mysterious figure appeared, and pulled the axe out of Mustapha. Toy whirled around. “Why are you doing this?” He asked, trying to stall.
    “Because the armies must be cleansed from all the liars, botters, and multiloggers,” they replied.
    “And you think killing us will stop it?”
    “It will be a start. The start of a revolution.”
    He took the axe and buried it in Toy’s chest. He saw the terror in Toy’s dying eyes, and how the light left them.
    He took the axe out of him. He was going to save it. For one other. He searched and searched the mansion. Clout had escaped. In his eyes, he had failed. He screamed in fury. Without even hesitating, he took the axe and hit himself on the head.

    The entire community mourned, of course. The loss of all the great leaders was tragic. The mansion was left abandoned, as a memorial to all those who had died. It’s said on Halloween each year, if you enter through the back gate, the wind whispers secrets: Of what happened that night, of who was the murderer, and of why he did what he did.

    • did you meant that clout couldn’t log out of CP at the beginning?

      • Yes. Thank you for pointing that out, so I could make it more clear.

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    • Approve the moderated comment pls

  34. Meanwhile, I just finished Project I have for my Computer Theories class that was due on December 2nd because I wanted to get it out of way since I have so much fucking shit to do for other classes that are due around the same times or prior to that date too, for the past 7 days, genius :O #ScaryOrJustSimplyNah?

    • Thats right bitches and I got an A in this class, atm of course, and I know a lot about computer technology and more than you would ever think bahahaaa

  35. 10:3o AM EST: I groggily enter the CPAC HQ, shockingly earlier than the normal. I worry about the off-chance that this may become expected of me in the future, so I make a mental note to sleep in the next morning. I hurl my stuff on the rusty old desk they gave me (they said it used to belong to someone named Potato or something…? I don’t know.) and got to work.

    10:35 AM EST: After dedicating a respectable amount of time to my duties as VP, I decide to retreat to the CPAC HQ break room. Upon opening the fridge, I find myself giving amorous eyes to a box of leftover pizza. With careful precision, I lift the sticky note tethered to the box that reads “Property of Mach, touch and I’ll fire you…After I ask Zak if its okay” and place the note on what can only be described as the result of the black plague molesting a salad then drenched in red ink. Note: I’m 99% sure its been there since Weatherboy last worked here…

    10:50 AM EST: After returning to my desk, I decide the best course of action would be to reward my efforts with a nap.

    11:10 AM EST: I awake to the familiar sounds of Zings incoherent screaming. Luckily, I had come up with a plan the night before. I open my desk drawer, grab one of the many water balloons I had previously stashed away for a moment such as this one, and hurl it at Zing. Direct hit. After murmuring something about also getting his mother wet, I shoved my earplugs into the sides of my head, and resumed my nap.

    12:00 EST: I arose from my nap to see the usual array, Zing furiously typing while angrily whispering and glaring at his coworkers. Shiver pretending he’s not playing Minecraft during office hours. Zak sitting at B1’2 old desk, struggling to keep it in his pants. Mach sitting in B2’s old desk, munching loudly on something, while trying to conceal the sound protruding from the orifice he was not currently shoveling food into. Note: Dear god, I hope it wasn’t the moldy red salad.

    1:30 PM EST: After witnessing Zing step away from his desk just long enough to dramatically stomp to the bathroom, I decide it was time to fill my weekly post quota. I did my usual turn of daily events. I stealthily walk over to his desk, randomly select three completed posts from his myriad of papers, and jot my name at the top before posting them

    2:30 PM EST: I check my email to find a memo from Zak. It read “Good work on the posts Gobby! Keep it up! Also, when you have the time, I need you to replace the lotion in the bathroom, we’re all out again” I didn’t have the heart to inform him that the last bottle hadn’t been seen since it was first brought in.

    3:00 PM EST: Bored. Bored. Bored.

    4:00 PM EST: I decide to check the CPAC PO box. The first box I open molests my eyes with copious amounts of anime, a letter that dictates we should post each and every one anime comic on the CPAC front page, and is concluded with a signature that reads “From an anonymous ACP Former Ausia leader”. I don’t even bother to open the abundance of boxes that all had notes to be forwarded directly to Blue1, they each had the same signature anyways. “From your favorite former VP XOXOXOXOXOXO PS: If you ever want to hire me back, I should be able to find the time. You know, only if you want. I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I need this, I’ll do anything you want, literally anything.”

    The next box looks promising, I can smell the exotic scent of chocolate chip cookies. I tear open the box, and find a letter that rivals a Bluesockwa manifesto in terms of sheer size. It doesn’t have a name, but is titled “All The Reasons Why I Should Be A CPAC Legend And Everyone Who Earned It Before Me Is Stupid” as I skim down, I notice the ink becomes less legible, almost as if the person writing was attacking the paper. The only coherent part in the conclusion was “Not that I even care or anything. You’re all idiots anyways”. However, much to my content, there was in fact a box of cookies included in the box.

    4:30 PM EST: I start to feel sick. It’s almost hard to think, however, I do feel spontaneously relaxed. I decide to spent the rest of the work day exploring the CPAC HQ.

    4:37 PM EST: I venture to corridors I am not familiar with. I find a door that was illegible then for some reason, but I recall it reading “CPAWM HQ: Abandon all hope, ye who enter here”. I decide the best choice of action would be to innocuously swing the door wide open with all my strength, laughing all the while. I think they were getting ready for a slumber party or something, as they were all wearing matching black robes, and sitting in a circle. The room was decorated quite nicely, although I thought the floating ram head centre piece was a bit over the top. Blue1 met me at the door, I can’t recall exactly what he said to me, I was mostly distracted that his voice sounded 10x deeper and also by his pure white contacts. I do remember him mentioning that the last person who entered the room without an invitation was turned into moldy ketchup and left somewhere in the CPAC office. Gosh, that Blue1, always with the jokes! Anyways, he ironically slammed the door in my face. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. So I did both until I passed out. I awoke the next morning at home, ready to start my day all over again!

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