I am unable to cope. The loss of  The Club is devastating. I am fully heartbroken and I wonder how I will continue. 

So many summers days spent online. The hours my friends spent logged on laughing, dancing and even sledding will surely be missed. I have lost my appetite in the recent weeks.

Seeing The Club descend into chaos has rocked me to my very core. To see the Eastern Shore in shambles was distressing. It was all out war in there before they shut it down. 

I heard a band of Penguin marauders were raiding igloos. It was full anarchy. No one was safe. They would go around raiding igloo after igloo taking much more than physical possessions. Victims of the raids described the feeling of intrusion and violation but most of all the absence of peace of mind. 

Even the igloos of women and children weren’t safe. After the Eastern Shore fell the Underground went under. 

Some players took the game’s impending end for an opportunity to wild out. Players began to take actions to crude extremes by doing things none of us expected, such as making swastikas out of penguins.

It was troubling to see The Club go to ruin. Players showed absolutely no respect for the power they were given. They showed no remorse for their actions that further proves the anarchy The Club had descended into.

I camped in my igloo for weeks. Afraid to go outside, I refused putting myself in the line of fire. I eventually left to restock on supplies and my worst fears were yet again confirmed. It seemed that with every passing day The Club reached new lows. 

Every trip outside my igloo was met by more and more unstability. Every time I went online it was an overwhelming experience full of fear, sorrow and heartbreak.

I had a family in there. A wife, a kid, the whole bit. I sent them away where it would be safe. Little did I know when I hugged them goodbye it would be the last time I saw either of them again. 

I don’t know what became of them, but I believe they found refuge. There’s legend that beyond the Eastern Shore there’s a place for displaced penguins. I have hope they found peace there, although I will never know.

The state of Club Penguin at the time of its shut down has been the only consolation. Its loss is fully felt but knowing there was an end to all of that suffering makes the goodbye a little less bitter.