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HI BTW!!!! Where is everyone

I drew this months ago for someone in my friends server. I’m so nervous to draw penguins it’s been 2-3 years guys, wish me luck 🤯

Prototype Mickey fast sketches I did hours ago.

I saw a video uploaded of epic Mickey animations and it showed another prototype Mickey one where he’s getting dragged to wasteland, and he’s literally throwing hands. I 💯 believe proto Mickey would’ve been edgy and possibly more keen to attacking everything.

I actually didn’t keep any of cpi rookie’s clothing or any resemblance to him lol, I’ve just decided to go full new characters that would take their roles.

These characters im making replace the cpi characters, but the og club penguin characters still exists. I’d like to think the epf expanded in other islands like how cpi rockhopper’s ship brings penguins to the island.

The epf taught their MANY agents their craft and promoted special agents that fit the criteria to lead in whatever they excelled in the most. (Yes that means there’s two Garys lol)

So here’s The Agent who’s taking in the “Rookie Role”

Troop Scout

Lead of public relations officer & comm leader

Despite being really happy to help, back when he was on the original island he faced hardship and wasn’t the best to Interact with. One day Rookie took Scout to see The penguin’s Band Concert live and life was never the same after that.

He is Not the typical Fool who makes mistakes. instead he takes EVERYTHING LITERALLY. Tell him that the house he lives in would look better upside down and he will start considering changing it.

Never Asks for help. He proves his loyalty and love for the EPF. He never disappoints!

He is a BIG PERFECTIONIST. He gets nervous when his first impressions to ANYTHING aren’t to other’s people liking.

He takes the rules to heart, and is a great observer.

Is AN EXTREMELY Mastered Fighter, but he never brings it up.

Almost always has his earbuds in when taking time off, sometimes sneaks it in during work.

Is the nicest penguin even towards enemies.

Dr. Gary Oxford

Instead of Rookie being the outmost clumsiness, I would give Oxford some clumsy traits like tripping or slipping over at times.

His inventions actually work the first time. He spends soo much time on them and pulls a one nighter. Although, despite creating inventions his slight clumsiness tend to mess up the performances & first impression.

He runs on coffee

When he gets excited he positively stims

His words are sometimes slurred (his mouth can’t keep up with his brain.)

Sometimes he forgets his complicated words, and says “forget it” and explains his inventions and how they work in the most basic of words.

Often seen as blunt, kind, but mischievous

Tends to think irrational and becomes stubborn when being held back on a once of a life time opportunity idea

Here’s a more normal small redesign ^

I am dealing with the biggest grief of this year. I’ve done everything I can, but nothing worked and there was no way I could send her to a vet because they diagnosed her wrong and they were incompetent vets who charged an arm and a leg. The only reliable professional vets I could go to were far away that were actually worth my money and time. I’ve never felt so defeated in my life.

I woke up and there she was, when my brother came in my room he called our mother and told her the bad news. The day before it happened she was home and carrying her and crying because she had trouble breathing and she knew this was it. I kept telling her that she’s gonna be fine. I kept saying the liquid was just too thick for her throat.

I slept when it happened and could’ve sworn I was woken up in the middle of the night, but I don’t remember. Sometimes I question if closure is what I need. Sometimes a lie is easier to take. A part of me wishes she ran away and is never coming home, at least then I’d give out hope she’s living her best life than living in an empty shell of her former self. I just wish everyone she loved was around her before she said goodbye.

I’m so scared to go back in my room. I’ve distracted myself all day avoiding it. I couldn’t stop crying and saying sorry while looking at her lifeless stiff position. I kept making noises hoping she would respond back. All I ever wanted to hear in that moment was her old meows to reassure me that it was just a bad nightmare, and that we could go back to how it was. All that filled up the room was the sound of me wailing. I wasn’t ready to let go

So many years. It felt like it was 2011 again when she was born. We took care of her and I would sit down alone on the curb stomp and pet her.

I don’t think I can go back down there. I’m not ready to come to the realization.

I know I’m stuck on denial, but let me have more time with her before I can say goodbye.