Chapter 3: Penguinbook

"Yeah bud, hide at the gym for another 3 hours. That's all you got going for you anyway, just keep avoiding the drama. It's not like your involved in the drama or anything... You just caused it."

It is midnight. I'm home, my old sisters away and everyone upstairs is sound asleep. I spend most of the night resting, watching a few episodes of Entourage and flipping through On Demand shows. I get this sudden urge to hop into my internet dimension. Why not, right?

I whip off my fuzzy blue blanket and roll off the couch. I calmly walk over to my family's living-room, where our little computer station lives. I leap roughly onto our office chair and press on a wireless white mouse. The computer screen lights up and I comfortably log onto my Macintosh user.

I type in 'Facebook' and my loaded newsfeed appears. I hate the fact that I enjoy reading other people's statuses. Why do I have to care about the lives of my so called friends? Dominating the page is non other than the queen of Facebooking. She takes pictures of herself, complains about relationship issues in her statuses and has a new post on her wall every 3 seconds. Why isn't she such a big mouth in real life?

This girl drives me nuts. She's just like every other white girl in the city. She loves attention, I swear to you her parents don't acknowledge her presence around the house. The girl does whatever she has to in order to fit in. I'm totally different. I'm a complete individual, and that gives me a great deal of power in the high school world. Someday somebody just has to slap some common sense into that chick. Could I do the honors? 

She also just so happens to get with every boy imaginable. Jocks, nerds, musicians, skaters and every straggler in between. Girls love to brag about how they hooked up with so and so. The Facebook queen once famously announced, "She like hates me because I like got with her boyfriend!" I hate you because you just said like twice in a sentence. I refuse to like that status.

At the same time, she's just crazy hot. She has the perfect figure, the best behind and not a bad rack. I sometimes think about just cuddling with her, holding her close to my body. It makes me go mad. Why do I want this tart anywhere near me? I'm better than her and every other girl in all ways possible. I'm not bragging, it's true. I've been through hell in my life and I deserve to be proud of where I stand.  

I close the Facebook window and sign into the Frostyflakes chat room. Its empty, as usual. Some XAT.COM lurker private chats me and starts complaining about how I rigged a challenge. I wonder what I did wrong this time? A few other angry chatters message me so that they can sneak a piece of the drama. Every freaking internet dweller brings so much stress into my life.

I close the chat window without replying to a single penguin. I get off the computer chair and stomp my way into a dark kitchen. I carefully lay down on the wooden floor, and I begin to perform pushups. This is my way of dealing with the negative energy I receive from certain people. 

I wonder if you can bench as much as me?

The following information has been recovered from a variety of trustworthy sources: 

Late last night at around 1:30 AM, a penguin by the name of Athletico96 entered a private farm located north of Ice Palace. This shady area is home to Club Penguin's most wanted criminal, Witty12. Over the past few years Witty has earned billions of coins through the process of illegally selling rainbow painted puffles. According to local homeless penguins, Athletico entered Witty's farm carrying a galoon of gasoline. 

At 3:30 AM a mobster by the name of Cammycam09 walked through the farm gates wearing a cleanly washed tuxedo. At 6:30 AM that morning, the entire farm viciously exploded. This explosion caused 85% of Ice Palace's farms to burn into bits. It has been reported that these three penguins escaped and are wondering around the city of Ice Palace.

You will be given 20 minutes to scurry around Club Penguin!  Your job is to figure out why this explosion occurred. After the time is up, whoever has the best explanation for why this sudden explosion happened will win the challenge. (Use evidence!)

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood

Chapter 2: I Love You, Chicken Fingers

"You're a goddamn cold person Frosty. Don't you care for anyone but yourself? Would it kill you to be nice? You have a deep hatred against me and my friends... Admit it already."

I walk down an empty street. I'm cold. I start to shiver. Its night time. The street lanterns and occasional truck lights are the only sources of light. All of the local restaurants and pharmacies are in darkness. It's just me, all alone, without an iPod. I flip on the hood of my dark blue sweatshirt and walk at a comfortable pace.

These words keep invading my thoughts. I try to pretend not to care, but deep down it hurts. Every member of a single chat room enjoys hating my guts. I do not want to numb the pain, I embrace it.  What happens if I let their comments get to me?

A person magically appears on a bench in front of an abandoned bowling alley. He has a rather thick beard, and is hiding under a pair of dark sunglasses. Grease stains cover his blue shirt and he is laughing hysterically. He is wearing a thick golden chain, and in his veiny hands is a boxy laptop. I stop and sit next to him. The man does not seem to acknowledge my presence.

I peak over his shoulder and glance at the computer screen. He is on a chat room, and everyone seems to be having a swell time. "LMAO" and "ROFL" cover the chat area. Suddenly, a chatter brings up the topic of a Club Penguin Neighborhood post. There was a passage within the post that criticized everyone in that chat room. For a moment, the man looks away from the computer screen. He drops the laptop and sighs.

The figure disappears. I step away from the bench and continue my walk. I swiftly place my hands in the pockets of my grey sweatpants. I feel for that poor man. Over the past few months, these bizarre situations scurry through my imagination on a daily basis. It's as if someone is trying to tell me something. Sometimes it is difficult for me to understand the difference between my reality and my fantasies.

There's a small Chinese restaurant open until two in the morning down my town's main street. Tonight it is empty. I push open the squeaky door and roam into it's small takeout room. I order a basket of chicken fingers for a quick snack. The service is crazy fast, and the food is entirely healthy. I grab my basket, throw a few bucks on the container and thank the nice foreign woman. I hop on a stool and pull out a wrinkled paper ball.

Using my handy dandy pocket pencil, I jot down words. Things like story ideas, challenges and rhyme patterns cover the sheet. This time it's a little different. I scribble the words "Awake-A-Thon" down. Man, these chicken fingers are fantastic... I wonder how much protein they contain?

Sleeping is for straight up swagger jackers. 

If your body did not require sleep, wouldn't life be so much more epic? You could chill at the gym until sunrise, jog around the city at midnight and go on an endless road trip in Witty12's wheelless van... Sweetastic, right? Well, guess what dudes, the penguins of Story-Book Survival are pulling an extreme all nighter this Friday! Boom, boom, pow.

Winning this challenge is as easy as going blind! Starting exactly at 8:00 PM, all competitors must be in the Boiler Room ready to do absolutely nothing. If anyone logs off of Club Penguin for any reason, they are certainly out. Sir Frostylittle (That's me!) will not be logged onto Club Penguin the entire time, because all beasts need sleep. You are required to keep a conversation going on Club Penguin with your peers!

Better start napping.

CLICK HERE FOR CHALLENGE DETAILS

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood 

Chapter 1: The Diary of a Pooping Kid

"Frosty you're no longer the guy you were. What happened to you? You used to be the man but now your just washed up. You should just stop trying already and get over yourself."

Those words keep haunting my mind while I sit on a dirty toilet seat in a city restroom. The mirrors in this bathroom are cracked and graffiti covers the peeling walls. There's no one in here, just me. The peace is kind of nice for a change, I like the silence. This is the only place in the world where I can just sit and think things through.

Resting on my right leg is a beaten up notebook, and in my left hand is a mechanical pencil. I'm trying to write something that will allow me to hangout on my glorious throne for a few more months. Nothings juicing out of my brain. Any small idea I get just isn't good enough, I'm not expected to have small ideas. Everything I do needs to be all high and mighty, that's what they demand from me.

I feel like this fans don't understand my work like I do. They don't value the time and effort I put into my Game Show challenges. I could be writing for the school newspaper or rapping bars in front of an underground audience, but I chose not to. I give up valuable time for these online folks, and I can't remember the last time I've heard a thank-you. Everyone will appreciate me more when I'm gone.

Blogging for Club Penguin, that's all I think about on my free time. Everything in our little Club Penguin community revolves around the ideas I think of. I do it all by myself too. Every post on my site is from me, every challenge is hosted by me, and every twist is made by me. Who else does this kind of stuff entirely by themselves? I could ramble on for hours about my problems, but I don't. I'm too cool for that.

A door slams and someone walks in. Get out of here, I'm enjoying my alone time. Whoever this is must be looking in the mirror, because I've heard no stall door shut. I'll just leave, I've been sitting in here for at least 20 minutes. Besides, I kind of want to pose in the mirror too. Whats wrong with flexing?

I pull up my pants and flush down some gooey brownies. Man, I just stunk this whole bathroom up! That protein's gotta go somewhere I suppose. I fling open the stall door, walk towards the sink and gather some fluffy white soap. I scrub my hands together over some warm water and check out my biceps in the mirror. I look so good...

This guy next to me has been staring at his reflect for a solid 10 minutes. His hairs died blonde, he's got quite a few freckles and he's wearing a light blue sweatshirt. Who cares what he looks like, he seems like a cool dude. Over the past few months I've taught myself not to judge people and to accept everyone for who they are. I wouldn't want to be judged for my appearance, right?

"Frosty, is that you?"

Lets unleash our dark side!

Have you ever seen a horror film? "Oh my gosh, don't look behind the shower curtain!" Scary movies are loaded with bloody death scenes. While some movies can be a bit cheesy, others have the ability to cause horrifying nightmares! According to campfire stories, Witty12 laughs at horror films...

This week, the neighbors must act out their own Horror Scene live on Club Penguin. The remaining competitors will each be given 5 minutes to perform a scary movie moment. During the scene, a penguin must die a dramatic death! Feel free to ask other penguins to join in on the performance. Entertain the audience!

Let the evil laughter begin!

>CLICK HERE FOR CHALLENGE DETAILS<

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood


P.S. Confirm your spot for the challenge by dropping a comment.

Catching Up With the Evicted!

How is your day going?

So far in Neighborhood Survival, there have been 6 contestants officially eliminated from the competition! These former neighbors have been secretly watching each challenge from the sidelines... Hiding behind any large object they can find! I managed to catch up with most of the evicted neighbors, and they were happy to answer a few big questions...

How has it been since getting eliminated?

Who do you think has the best chance of winning?

What would you do differently if you could change your gameplay experience?

Heres what the former neighbors had to say:

Bruen5 (Eliminated first): it has been going ok. summer rocks obviously. i have been playing a ton of baseball. i think and hope gapboy wins even though that might hard for him to do. i was an underdog so i always root for underdogs! if i could change my gameplay, i might put a little more effort into the cereal box... oh well, no regrets!! im still kinda embarrassed about getting the boot first...

Saavy (Eliminated second): Saavy did not wish to answer any questions involving Neighborhood Survival... Aw man!

Polar Amigo (Eliminated third): Well, It's been great!!!!! I haven't even thought about N.S. since the elimination. I believe Slider94 has the best chance of winning. I would do nothing to chance my gameplay experience. I'm very happy with how everything went.

Molly222 (Eliminated fourth): At first I was a little shocked when I saw the post but then I got over it really fast because in the back of my mind I know I came in 1st place in season 1 so over all I'm fine with it. I think Penny Mickey or Slider 94 could with season 2 because I think they both try really hard and show they want to with this competition but anybody can make it to the final two. If I would of of change my gameplay experience I would of showed up to the challenge instead of make Mat fill in for me. (no offense to mat I'm not mad at him at all.)

P.S. Wish Of Luck To Everybody

Thanks :)

Witty12 (Eliminated fifth): I wish I could have go on further in the competition but feel it is fair that people who are able to consistently make the challenges should remain in contention. It seems to me that anyone left in the competition has a fantastic chance of winning, impossible to predict. (As me nearer towards the final - or afterwards :P)

Cammycam09 (Eliminated 6th): To be honest, I've been fine since getting eliminated! I can focus on my blogging now. If I could change something, I would pleed not to be on a team with Bumble and Penny, We don't get along at all. I'll be signing up for all of the next seasons ;D

I wonder who will be sent home next?

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood

P.S. Thanks Master Ron Champ for designing the picture at the top of the post... You rock!

Chomping On Some Cheese and Twirling His Propellor!

Party penguins in the house tonight... Everybody's having a good time!

The neighbors of Neighborhood Survival sure know how to throw a rocking bash! Penny Mickey sparkled in the limelight and lead the Gangsta Stalkers to a cheerful victory. The Pizza Parlor was packed with familiar faces from around the Club Penguin universe! Unfortunately, Dumbledore's Army lost a challenge once again... Hang in there guys!

"WOOP WOOP!!

I've grated my cheese and I'm ready to rock!!"

•Witty12: Witty12 is the kind of guy who gets high off of life. He has a strange passion for cheese, and he believes a propellor hat is considered fashionable. Can the witty Witty12 skip through the pressure of NS?

The lovable Witty12 is eliminated from Neighborhood Survival! This cheesy character skipped two challenges in a row, and Dumbledore's Army decided to throw him off their bandwagon. Mr. Propellor hat has been around Club Penguin Neighborhood for awhile, probably longer then most of you guys! We will all surely miss his goofy sense of humor.

Any last words to our cheesy pal?

~Frostylittle, President of Club Penguin Neighborhood