Archive:Operation: Konsunchrayshin Kamper

{{Archive| Operation: Konsunchrayshin Kamper, was a joint Mwa Mwa Attackers, ACP and AIA effort to prove that there were trapped PSA agents at Konsunchkrayshin Kamp, to find out what Darktan's Army has to do with it and more importantly, why do some of the mentally insane creatures who go in there come out all fine?

Prologue: Another batch comes in
A truck drove into the camp.

On board what could be heard was the wails of penguins. In reality, this island was one of the most peaceful places anyone would live at. However this camp made so much noise.

A penguin dressed in military overalls walked out of a building. The only neat building there was. He wore the standard USA Army ceremorial officer clothes. The only exception was that STINC was scribbled all over it.

In front of that STINC officer the truck halted. A man stepped out of it.

"I got the delivery here. It's a big load, about 132 of them..." he said.

"How did you fit 132 of them in there?" the STINC officer curiously asked.

"Oh... let's just say I found a way" the truck driver snorted.

Two STINC soldiers opened the back door of the lorry. The wails got louder.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the two STINC soldiers screached.

The officer wasn't impressed. He had specifically instruced them to wear ear muffs.

"You stupid kabobs!" he shouted angrilly. His face had turned red; it was even redder then a Tropical Adelie Penguin's beak.

STINC soldiers, this time with ear muffs, went to the back of the lorry. Gunshots echoed inside of it and after that, silence. No more wailing or screeching or whatever.

The officer's radio went off.

"Commandant... have you got the next batch of prisoners?" the voice said.

"Yes, Incharge Person" the officer replied.

"Good. That's your shift over. Issue them tents, they can start work in the morning. Over and out".

Today was the end of the shipments of worthless creatures. For the Commandant, it was just an average day.

Chapter One: Alexcal
Alexandre Calhoun, or Alexcal as he was known as by his neighbours, woke up. He rose and looked out of the window.

Zudipool's great canals were beautiful. It reminded him of home; how he'd go up to the river on the way to work. Despite his age, he'd dropped a coin into the river and hoped for a wonderful day.

It is so sad that it has ended and that he an asylum seeker. It has been tough escaping evil. Alexandre could remember the horrors he experieced.

Dreamland was now over. He waddled into the bathroom and had a quick shower. He checked the fridge; empty. Nothing inside it. Nothing at all.

"You're going hungry today, Alexandre" he thought. Suddenly, the door bell rang. He went to the door and opened.

"What do you want?" Calhoun muttered. Tiredness could be seen both in his tone and his eyes.

"Congratulations Mr A. Calhoun" a male Adelie Penguin told him, grinning.

"I don't want to by your junk" Calhoun moaned as he closed the door. The Adelie Penguin put his waddling flipper there.

"Wait, sir. Don't you want to hear the news?" the man asked.

"Fine, hurry up" Calhoun sighed.

"You, Mr Calhoun, are the lucky winner of Antarctica Icey Awards" the little Adelie told him.

"What?"

"You have won an island sir, an island".

"You got the wrong guy".

"I assure you, I got the right guy. Alexandre Andre Owen Calhoun I believe? You live in Little Frankterre, Zuidpool, at number 18 Zuidpool Road, the busiest road in Zuidpool, I believe?"

"How do you know?"

"Come inside the limo and find out".

A limo popped up in front of his class A graded apartment right at the bottem floor. Calhoun didn't think aboutit and walked into the limo.

The Adeldie went into the front and drove off.

In front of him was a blue mushroom, a blonde, attractive penguin in front of her with a Vampenguin parrot and a penguin dressed in military fatigues next to her. The blue mushroom was the first to speak.

"Mr Alexandre Andre Owen Calhoun?" he asked.

"Wait, you tell me who you are!" Alexandred demanded.

The blue mushroom ignored him.

"Alexandre Calhoun, Lawyer for firm Siver and Furry, speciality Free Republic business law -"

"Wait you read my profile?"

The blue mushroom ignored him once again.

"Credit Card 8912-6467--6782 -"

"Woah! Let me out, I'm calling the police".

The blonde penguin spoke.

"You won't call the police Calhoun. And anyway, our mission is government sponsored -" the blonde penguin explained calmly.

"Ok, this is a dream".

"It's not"

"I have more questions -"

"SHUT UP!" the blonde penguin screamed. "You listen to us, we'll answer your questions, ok?"

Alexcal decided to stop talking. He'd fine out if they really were governmental.

The blue mushroom continued.

"Yes, our mission is government sponsored".

Alexcal felt like screaming "WHAT MISSION?!?!?" but decided not to.

"Our mission is for you to have an holiday on an island".

Now Alexcal had some funny feeling. Could this be Antarctician Customs and Immigrations? Was he being handed back to the evil he had to escape from?

"At the same time, you'll do a little job for us that we'll explain later. Think of it as national service. Questions?"

"Yeah, what law lets you do this?"

"The Immigrant Alien Assylum Seeker Loyalty National Service Act or IAASNSA".

"I'm a lawyer, I know my stuff. That's not a real law".

"It is, it's just classified".

"Classified laws?"

The limo stopped. The army officer opened the door. Alexcal noticed a wristband saying ACP. Could this be an Army of Club Penguin operation? Government sponsored? ACP is a PMC and Alexcal had his contacts. He'd find out if ACP was really being employed by the government.

"Get out" the blonde penguin said. "We're at headquarters"

In front of him, Alexandre noticed a gate. Military policemen were stationed there. A sign post said FORD LOX.

Chapter Two: Fort Lox
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