Club Penguin
Noah McGuire
Mr. Kelly
Writing 421 Ω
November 21st 2013
Waddle Waddle: The History of My Club Penguin
What came first? The penguin or the egg? That is the question.
Many of us have all had our own Club Penguin experiences. We’ve all spent countless hours slaving our way through the Pizza Parlor. Memories of trying to tip the iceberg are still roaming the back of our minds. However you spent your days, this game has left a lasting impression on your life.
It all started one day when my brother, Shaymus, and I were playing some random game on our favourite website, Miniclip.com. We were looking for a new direction in life. Dazed and confused in this lost world, we decided to try something new. At the time, we were nine and five. We saw this ad for a new game, Club Penguin. At first I thought it sounded stupid but Shaymus got this little twinkle in his eye that I still can’t describe. He looked up at me and I knew I had to click it. And so I did.
Coming up with usernames can be a struggle. It isn’t however, for my family. When in doubt, pick “Shaymus” and ninety-nine percent of the time it won’t be taken. We took the easy route for our name and chose that. We started off being a red penguin but we quickly realized that nobody liked red penguins and changed it to green.
Club Penguin took our lives by storm. We would spend hours upon hours doing everything we could. We became the Sled-Hill king; beating everybody that challenged us. We would spray people down with snowballs and take siege of the Snow Forts. Then there were the quiet times working as a waiter at the Pizza Parlor or maybe even playing piano for the customers.
My first time meeting Rockhopper was a day to remember. Days before his arrival we stood on top on the lighthouse and looked over into the water and saw this large boat floating towards us. When he docked, we jumped aboard his ship. He gave us some loot; a pair of boots, a shirt and a whole lot of coins.
Time flew by.
Mr. Kelly
Writing 421 Ω
November 21st 2013
Waddle Waddle: The History of My Club Penguin
What came first? The penguin or the egg? That is the question.
Many of us have all had our own Club Penguin experiences. We’ve all spent countless hours slaving our way through the Pizza Parlor. Memories of trying to tip the iceberg are still roaming the back of our minds. However you spent your days, this game has left a lasting impression on your life.
It all started one day when my brother, Shaymus, and I were playing some random game on our favourite website, Miniclip.com. We were looking for a new direction in life. Dazed and confused in this lost world, we decided to try something new. At the time, we were nine and five. We saw this ad for a new game, Club Penguin. At first I thought it sounded stupid but Shaymus got this little twinkle in his eye that I still can’t describe. He looked up at me and I knew I had to click it. And so I did.
Coming up with usernames can be a struggle. It isn’t however, for my family. When in doubt, pick “Shaymus” and ninety-nine percent of the time it won’t be taken. We took the easy route for our name and chose that. We started off being a red penguin but we quickly realized that nobody liked red penguins and changed it to green.
Club Penguin took our lives by storm. We would spend hours upon hours doing everything we could. We became the Sled-Hill king; beating everybody that challenged us. We would spray people down with snowballs and take siege of the Snow Forts. Then there were the quiet times working as a waiter at the Pizza Parlor or maybe even playing piano for the customers.
My first time meeting Rockhopper was a day to remember. Days before his arrival we stood on top on the lighthouse and looked over into the water and saw this large boat floating towards us. When he docked, we jumped aboard his ship. He gave us some loot; a pair of boots, a shirt and a whole lot of coins.
Time flew by.