I wish I could do more, but really, it’s not important enough anymore. I’m sorry to say that I can’t make this long and inspirational- but it’s not worth it considering most don’t recognize the penguin Keith09 nowadays, and the people that I had the greatest times with have moved on.

Not to be mean or anything, but armies have lost their touch, and their at their lowest point. Yet, that’s the highest point I think they’ll reach for a very long time- if not forever, the greatest generation has moved on, leaving the debris behind for an untrained, misled generation that wasn’t raised in armies right- raised to hate and xats, whereas the first generation learned what made armies thrive.

Not only that, but armies are also a bit of a waste of time and thought, considering how weird it sounds when you get down to it- do you think I tell anyone I know in my real life about this? Not really, unless I wanna get looked upon as the computer geek.

Exactly why I need to leave; I’ve grown out of the childish, and computer-filled stage of armies. So sorry to put it in such a way. Goodbye. Thank you to all the people who led me through this experience, I do believe it was worth the while.

Goodbye army community.

~Keith09

P.S. *Flies away to moosecow land* (chillie )

Reclaiming of Hockey!

When: December 28th, Wednesday

Where: Hockey (at least 5 rooms)

Times: 1:00 PM PST, 2:00 PM MST, 3:00 PM CST, 4:00 PM EST, 9:00 PM UK

Why: To get back the server that was our capital- our legacy!

OK guys, let’s do GOOD on our first real event. I won’t be reminding you guys too much. Let’s do it.

COMMENT IF YOU CAN/CAN’T COME!

~Keith

Read posts below this too if you get the chance.

~Rex (R3x/FSA Site Overlord/CPGT Protector)

SCROOGE MC. KEITH

Ch. 1

Keith walked into CPGT base at 10:00 P.M., night of the 24th of December. Every one of his troops had been called in to work hard to track down possible enemies and keep areas well under radar. He had also forced everyone to work harder than ever to make sure all paperwork and files were organized for plans, etc. As Keith slowly marched, Cade, Keith’s second in command, was slowly starting to doze off, his hot coco slowly getting icicles around it. Keith had made sure not another piece of wood was used for the fireplace in the back of the room, very far from where everyone worked, so everyone was shivering. Keith’s former leading partner Wookieranger from way back in the day was gone, he wondered what the heck happened to her.

Before Cade totally passed out, Keith swung his ruler and struck the table Cade was sitting on, and everyone jumped. Cade tumbled out of his chair!

“STAY AWAKE! WE NEED THIS STUFF DONE!!!!!!!!” Keith yelled.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. Keith hit the open button and entered a passcode, and it opened. There was Keith’s jolly friend, Kooldude.

“Hey Keith! Merry Christmas! Woah, why is everyone working, it’s Christmas! Wow it’s so cold in here, might need to tend to that fire.”

“Kool, just go!”

“Oh no, just take this reef, and be nice to your troops!” Kool said. and with that, he tossed the reef onto Keith’s head, and walked out, slamming the door behind him. You could hear the snow go “THUMP” onto his head.

Keith laughed a mean laugh and walked into his king-sized office, closing the door behind him. Inside he counted the money he had for add-ons to the CPGT base. Then, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” He groaned.

Sonic, a rather new troop, peeked in, then everyone piled in. Cademan stood up, trying to look brave, and began to speak.

“Sir, we were um… Just wondering if we could…. Have the day of Christmas off… Since you know.. Tonight’s Christmas eve?” Cade said, worried.

Keith stood up, and gave them all a stern look.

“Fine, BUT BE BACK ALL THE EARLIER THE NEXT MORNING!” He yelled. And with that, everyone ran out, tired, cold, and with no easy way to reach their igloos miles away, since all the trucks were to be kept warm in the vehicle storage unit.

And with that, Keith drove to his igloo, only a few blocks away up a hill. The snow was tough, but he owned his own CPGT truck, which he drove, forcing everyone else to walk to their far off houses. When Keith went to open the knob to his door, the knob turned into the face of Wookieranger!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Keith yelled, falling, and sliding off his porch, down into the snow. He climbed back up, brushed himself off, and looked at the door with fright. Slowly, he opened it and crept inside. After a little while he shook off all the weird stuff that had happened. He went to his pantry, and made himself some soup, and walked upstairs, sitting in front of his fire, looking at his trophies. All of a sudden, he heard a groan.

“Rooooroaoorrooorsrokrmsmmrmrmrmrmrmrmmrrmrmmrmrururmurmururur” It mumbled in a very odd fashion.

“Huh…?”

Then, out jumped WOOKIERANGER!!!!!!!!

“WHAT THE!!!!!!!!!” Keith screamed, jumping out of his chair and spilling his soup all over the ground. Wookie was blueish.. and see-through!

“A GHOST!?” Keith yelled.

“Yesssss…. You see….. I was fading away….. But still being treated high ranked while everyone else was working hard to keep the army uppppp…… So….. A trojan was my PUNISHMENT! If you do not change your wayssss….. The same will happen to YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!! KEITH09!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Wookie yelled, then vanished, chains sinking through the floor.

Keith quickly climbed into bed, shivering with fright. Then, he looked over, and saw OAGALTHORP in the window!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He yelled, breathing heavy.

Oagal flew in, a halo floating above his head. He grabbed Keith’s arm, and they vanished into the past.

“You see Keith, your only so mean now because of past happenings. Look for yourself.” Oagal mumbled.

Keith looked out at the ACP base, him being the new ACP troop. He saw himself being treated badly, unwanted. But then Keith saw Shredder30, leader of the first small army Keith would join, walk up to him and offer him to join his army. Keith remembered just how good armies can be.

Then he blinked and when his eyes opens he fell from the ceiling onto his bed with a thump.

“Ow…..” Keith said. Then he stared blankly at the fireplace, a small fire still burning. Then all of a sudden, the door started to shake.

“RATTLE RATTLE!” The door shook all around. Finally it came down with a bang. It was Commando, RPF creator!

Keith’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. Commando walked up, kicked Kith in the head with his boot, and Keith fell out of bed. He woke up in the snow, in the middle of a blizzard. His troop Cademan was walking home in the freezing weather, looking like an ice cube, almost falling over in the snow. Commando slapped Keith.

“YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO TO YOUR TROOPS? I KEPT MINE WELL FED AND HAPPY!”

Keith realized how mean he was, and how hurt and beaten from the snow and hard work his troops were. Then, Commando punched Keith in the face, and this time he fell onto the floor. He stared at the fireplace again, and the fire seemed to get bigger. The fire grew HUGE! Then it went out, and the room went dark. Then, a torch was lit, and there stood the fabled Pink Mafias.

“PINK MAFIAS….? WAIT, YOUR NOT TRICKSTER RIGHT?”

Then Pink grabbed Keith by the neck and they landed in a graveyard. Most of Keith’s troops were lined in graves outside an abandoned CPGT base. Then out of the fog, Keith saw HIS grave! Except, it was broken and there was mean writing all over it.

“You see, you’ll kill your troops, and you’ll die too!”

Keith realized he was leading an army…. THAT WOULD DIE!

“LET ME CHANGE MY WAYS OH GHOST. I’LL SAVE EVERYONE, I’LL MAKE CONDITIONS BETTTERRRR! Keith yelled as he was getting sucked under the snow. He was pulled all the way under. But when he opened his eyes, it was the next morning, and he woke up by the fireplace.

“WAIT…? IT’S CHRISTMAS MORNING! I CAN MAKE THINGS RIGHTTTTTTTT! He yelled. He loaded up his truck and connected all the other trucks to it, most of them for troops, and living supplies for everyone. He drove off down the icy road sliding all around, and screaming “MERRY CHRISTMAS! COUGH COUGH COUGH!”

And that, is how Keith Mc. Scrooge came to be so nice.

~Keith

Look out for pics and maybe a vid by Cade. Thanks for the awesome time guys.

~Keith

CPGT is coming back. Yet, no generations, no new lame stuff. Just good old CPGT, but I will make it better than the first time, I’m experienced, and I’m a good site designer now, so be ready for a good time.

Anyways, not to scrooge it up. MERRY CHRISTMAS! We’re back, but lets just run it easy. Comment on the join page to join, and maybe there will be a christmas event.

~Keith

Well, I am retiring from this army. Club Penguin Warfare is slowly coming out of my life, and I maybe more inactive other the few weeks, as where I live, its summer. Like to give a few, “Personal” goodbyes to CPGT soldiers and leaders.

Keith – My friend since I joined CPUN, This maybe  last goodbye to you. Hope you have a good future in your life.

Ray – Dont know you very well *wary* but we talked to eachother sometimes.

Momo – My friend since I joined Club Penguin Warfare, we still talk to each other, battle together in RPF, we still be meeting each other on ACP/RPF chat.

Puggie – My enemy, I will be punching through your RDA, just get ready.

And to everyone else, goodbye.

Leave me as a owner on chat, Make me a advisor, leave me as author, because when in CPGT’s time of needs, I might come back and help you.

~Rex

We have a legacy we can tell of. Thanks for that.

~Keith