I'm not even kidding when I say that from ages 6 to 10, Club Penguin was a fucking lifestyle. I took days off school to level up on Card Jitsu, we had class-wide discussions on the debut of the fucking orange puffle. I went on those stupid tracker sites to see when Billy Bob of the Penguin Band was online. In one of my most most evil childhood moments, I stole the code off a puffle plushie my friend got for his birthday to use on my account, because I guess cart surfing for those same coins just didn't cut it. I didn't fuck around with my love for Club Penguin, and may it rest in peace.