Ok, it’s Halloween. Bye.
Commando: Let’s keep in touch; e-mail and Xbox.
Everyone else: Shab is the leader for a week; if he does poorly by the end of the week, tell Commando to e-mail me (no, he won’t tell you my e-mail address).
One last poll: POLL
I don’t care what the hell you do while I’m gone . . . just take back our server! You may ask: How can we take back Mammoth? Here’s your answer: Invade and patrol. Every day after school and on the weekends patrol Mammoth for at least 15 minutes at a time. Who cares what the other armies say? Will the ACP be stopped by a few reluctant members of the other armies? No! You will reclaim what is rightfully yours!
And if the ACP leader tries to stop you? That person isn’t fit to be leader; the leader should do what is right for the ACP, not what the other armies want! Without a server you cannot possibly hope to remain Club Penguin’s last superpower-class army!
Here is a famous speeches to inspire you:
“This day is called the Feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall see this day and live t’old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian”: Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars And say “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.” Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember with advantages What feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now abed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day. “