Vincas' dreams of power

Chapter 1

There once was a great magician named Vincas, he lived in Club Penguin back in the eighties. He would go out and make

money by doing street magic. Once he had made enough money, he would buy enough food to last for a while and never leave his igloo. None of the other

street performers liked him, magician or not, but they were all just haters and unless they're paying his bills he's paying them no mind. Things were

great until one day a rival magician named Boleslaw came to town and everybody thought he was great.

Vincas debated on what to do while sequestered in his hovel of an igloo, he looked to his Shelf of Dark Magic Items with Nefarious Purposes (or The

Shelf for short) for inspiration. Surely one of his powerful and most likely highly illegal relics would eliminate Boleslaw from the competition.

Instinctively he reached for the matryoshka doll but stopped himself before he made contact.

"O ne." He smirked. "Aš ne nuomos jus, aš ne padaryti, kad klaida dar kartą." Instead he reached for a piece of cheese and ate that.

Chapter 2

The magician had decided to perform a magic trick so grand that nobody would remember the fool that was Boleslaw!

Vincas peered around the corner of the pet shop as he watched Boleslaw feed some orphans, Boleslaw was always doing these charitable

acts, clearly trying to pander to the general masses in order to garner up their love through artificial kindness! That cretan may have fooled

everyone else but Vincas, who saw through the facade. Vincas marched out into the plaza, Boleslaw politely greeted him but Vincas ignored the rival

magician. He cleared his throat.

"Pasiruoškite pamatyti tikrą magiją!" Vincas exclaimed as he held up his wand. "Magija žodžiai ar kažkas aš nežinau." He uttered as a purple light

began to spark from the tip of his wand. Then, there was a booming sound and a flash and suddenly Boleslaw had Fat. "Kas per velnias? Kodėl dabar

jis riebalai, jis turėtų būti balionas gyvūnų." He asked confusedly. Penguins began to boo him while Boleslaw sobbed greasy tears.

Chapter 3

Once again Vincas was pacing around his igloo, debating on what else to do. He was seriously considering to open the nesting doll but then he

remembered the havoc that was caused last time he did that. But now, the whole island hated him instead of marveling at his amazing skills like they

should be.

"Gal galėčiau panaudoti savo magiją išlydyti visą sniegą ir nuplauna salą?" He considered it. "Aš jau padariau pertrauka pražangą apie save, aš

negaliu susukti dar kartą. O gal galėčiau visą šią vietą išjungti žemėlapyje! Padėkite ją į kitą pasaulį, kad būtų toli! Tai būtų realus Groovy" And

so Vincas went to work to execute his genius plan. He left his house to secure a mass amount of supplies; eight years worth of Toma cheese, peices of

several different buildings, a bag of coffee beans, three blue puffles, an athame, snake oil, fish scales, a cardboard box, and dangerous amount of

nightshade. So after he stopped leaving his igloo, putting all of his focus onto creating the potion. To keep himself from loosing his mind from

working all day and all night he would play his cassette tapes endlessly, and to keep from going crazy from listening to the same songs over and over

again when the eighties rolled around Vincas had already pre ordered a bunch of hits just for diversity.

It had been eight long years, but now Vincas was ready.

Chapter 4

The cauldron bubbled a greyish purple and it smelled like wet puffle. It did not matter, all he had to do was drop in the words of enchantment into

the pot and Club Penguin would be in another world! Luckily, he had already written down the spell. He grabbed the yellowed piece of parchment paper,

a scroll with a red wax seal.

"Klubas pingvinas," He snickered as he held the scroll over the cauldron. "ateini gauti savo meilę." Vincas dropped the scroll into the pot and it

began bubbling even more. Quickly, he tipped it over and poured the potion into a card board box. Once filled, he folded it closed and shook it around

while he laughed manically. He heard a drip and went dead silent, hesitantly he looked down and saw that the corner of the box had a tear in it.

"Saldžių sapnų nėra pagaminti iš šio." He chocked out. There was a large crack of thunder and everything was engulfed in light, and then there was

darkness.

Boleslaw and a few other had gone to Vincas' igloo the next day, concerned because they had not seen him in eight years. Boleslaw knocked on the door

with his fat flipper and the igloo toppled to its side, it was not an igloo at all! It was a card board cutout! They looked around for Vincas but

could not find him, all the found was a yellowed piece of paper, rolled up into a scroll and sealed with red wax that had been stapled to the cutout

on the backside.

"Aš myliu man gera blynas." It read.

"If only we knew what it said," Boleslaw said sadly. "maybe then we could find him."

Epilogue

The light subsided and Vincas looked around, his igloo looked like it had been in a twister. Furniture was knocked over, papers amoungst other things

littered the floor. Cautiously, he peered out through the window, hopping to see the island. Instead, all he saw was pitch black darkness, his igloo

was floating in the void that Club Penguin should have been in. He looked to his Shelf of Dark Magic Items with Nefarious Purposes but none of the

relics could save him now, he was doomed to spend the rest of eternity in this timeless chasm of nothingness. He stared into the emptiness from his

doorstep, it was like looking into space but without all the stars or planets.

"Jei tik galėčiau pamatyti žvaigždes dabar." He sighed. Suddenly, there was a spot of light in the void, and another, and another! His eyes widened in

excitement as he realized what had happened. "Ir mėnulis per daug!" He added excitedly to test his theory. A large moon materialized out in the void,

Vincas laughed in victory as everything finally began to make sense.

"Aš tikrai esu didžiausias burtininkas bet kada! Aš tai žinojau!" He shouted elatedly. "Eik patinka būti riebalų, Bolesław! Aš mušti jums!"

THE END