If

This is the story about how my entire school found out about my Club Penguin life.

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

    But make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

    And treat those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

    And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

    If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

–Rudyard Kipling

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I was in despair this morning. I woke up at around 7 o’clock and realised that at 9 a chapter of my childhood would be gone.

I joined the Club Penguin Army Central back in 2012. I’ve met some fantastic people along the way and have had the greatest hobby that a child could dream of. I would like to thank those that have guided me along the way in moulding me into the person that I am today.

However, I am not here to talk about that.

It was 2013 and I had just made the huge move from Africa to Europe. The lifestyle was completely different. No longer was I forced to stay inside my guarded compound with 15 other children and 24/7 security guards. No longer did I have police escorts for my car on the way to school. It was shortly after this point that I started to put Club Penguin behind me and turn it into a more private thing.

A few months pass and one day I’m sitting at my desk livestreaming a CPAC Tournament- it was probably the Christmas Chaos. I’m commentating on the battle with a facecam as well, and I get a comment from a friend’s YouTube channel. Oh boy. I walk into school on Monday morning and see a Club Penguin battled being projected onto one of those smartboards. I’m a living meme. I kept up with the livestreams throughout 2014, 2015, and I believe I also did a one-off in 2016. Luckily for me it became more of a meme than a bullying thing, and I still to this day hangout with all of those people from that school, as we were only about 60 or so in our year. It never had any effects.

In the summer of 2016 I had just finished my GCSE’s, the equivalent of 10th grade, and I had to move schools as that was the highest year that my school went up to. I made the executive decision to make all of my Club Penguin videos private, to avoid a similar thing happening with brand new people at a brand new school, who may not see the funny side of it. I was 16 and the time, and now knew better.

As I moved to the new school, a few of my friends move to the same school as well. It never once crossed my mind that people would uncover the whole Club Penguin thing, and I thought I had turned over a new leaf. I hadn’t played the game throughout the duration of 2016, and had finally moved on…

That was until February 2017.

I’m sitting in English class discussing something about football and we get onto the topic of FIFA. We’re exchanging PlayStation Network details, of which my username includes Superoo13. From across the classroom a voice says the six words which no 17 year-old wants to hear- Wasn’t that your Club Penguin name? 

I’m left red-faced. The onslaught begins. Superoo13 has been uncovered.

The Googling begins. The old ACP retirement posts are found. The CPAC reports which remain on this website are found. Yet the YouTube videos are not. The same friend who notified the class my Club Penguin username also mentions the YouTube videos which she has seen. However, they are still private. I fire back with the whole ‘I worked on this website with millions of views’ thing. I play the ‘I made hella money from CP’ thing.

It softens the blow. It intrigues them. Although they still want to see the videos.

Today I decided to do something. Club Penguin had closed. It was a tough day for me. I decided to offer to upload my CPAC livestreams if a goal of 100 likes on Instagram was reached. I no longer have anything to hide. I’m proud of my years working on this site and SMAP, and have learnt lots of skills along the way. I am currently in the process of redesigning my school’s website, so it obviously has helped me out.

As of writing this, the goal hasn’t been reached, but it is incredibly close. Feel free to check it out and see if I ever will have to re-upload my videos.

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I loved this website with all of my heart. I would like to extend a big thank you to B2, B1, Kingfunks4 and Splasher99 for setting me along this path which has given me opportunities I could never have dreamed of. I started out posting articles like this, and I feel that it is fair to say that I have come a long way. I would also like to extend a big thank you to my parents– whomst’d’ve only a select few will know of. They provided the initial investment which allowed me to aid the Blue Brothers in fulfilling the creation of the Small Medium Army Press. They came forward on the day in which CPAC nearly lost it all when the domain expired, yet luckily our good friend Woton came clutch and sorted it out at the last minute.

Thank you to all of our readers over the years, and I look forward to seeing you all again sometime soon.

Bye for now,

Superoo13