[ WP ] You 're trap in an obscure island in the pacific with unlimited access only to club penguin . How do you escape ?

A loud buzz rings through your left ear, alerting you to wake up. You find yourself strapped into a seat, with a peripheral mouse in your right hand, a keyboard on your left, and a headset glued to your skull. A precise, monotonous voice drills into your headset: 
 
 `` **Welcome! Your reference ID is *8 -- 5 -- 5* please remember this for future purposes. You have been randomly selected from *'' EASTERN -- STATE -- PENETENTIARY'' * to participate in a revolutionary human trial! **'' 
 
 The room is suddenly illuminated with a large, nauseatingly bright blue interface on the far wall, the prompt asking you to type in your ID and password. You attempt to speak, but to your horror, a gag prevents you from doing so. 
 
 You wait, wondering what the possible password of your ID might be, as you let out muffled screams, frantic for answers. You notice on your right, there is a checklist with numbers next to them, which you realise is a menu. Upon closer inspection, you realise that you have fifty'years', and certain elements on the menu will give you more years. You read the top of the menu `` **Press 1 to recieve** Password | + 5 Years.'' 
 
 `` What kind of sick game is this?'' a voice behind you beckons, with fear in her voice. `` WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!?? LET ME OUT OF HERE!!! FUUUCKKKK!!!'' She screams in a blood curdling voice. You recognise the voice, but because she is behind you, you have no way of being sure. You look at the menu again, and press 1 on your keyboard, your password is revealed and you type it into the box, and a circle appears with the words `` Loading...'' beside it. You look at the menu again, realising your year count has instead lowered by 5, making it 45. Confused, you look towards the left, a mirror reflects another menu behind you, and you realise that must be her menu. However, she is on 55 years. 
 The realisation of the true nature of this human trial makes you vomit into your gag, forcing you to swallow your regurgitation, burning your throat immensely. The loud and cold voice pierces your ear drums for the last time. 
 
 `` *Welcome, to Club Penguin* - **Penguin vs Penguin. **'' 
 
 A silence passes, closure has been granted, you are within some sort of military trial for penguins, and this is all a game, totally harmless. You stare at the menu once more, noticing the menu item below the previous;'**Press 2 to recieve** Unshackle a limb | 5 seconds @ 50V' - to which you then notice that all of your limbs have been secured by shackles. `` This has to be harmless, yeah like that Zimbardo study where they shock people but it's not real'' you think to yourself, a comforting thought indeed. What's less comforting is the off-chance that every action you take here is completely real. 
 
 `` WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??? WHERE AM I? WHY CANT I SEE FUCK YOU HELP HELP POLICE PLEASE HELP!'' she shrieks in fear once more, as the voice from before comes once again. `` **8 -- 5 -- 6, your volume level is exceeding trial conditions, for the safety of your, and other participants health, you have been issued a strike. **'' 
 
 `` SO WHAT? A STRIKE MEANS JACK SHIT TO ME IM SERVING 50 FUCKING YEARS FOR KILLING MY HUSBAND YOU THINK A FUCKING STRIKE IS GON NA HOLD ME MOTHERFUCKER?!!?'' she screams in retaliation, `` TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE TO DO SHIT LORD!!!'' 
 
 It dawns on you further that this very may be real, that or the confederate behind you is an amazing actor. The contemplation is short lived, as the screen in front of you displays the words `` Loaded! Entering *prv_srv_pacificisland3*'' Although the surroundings and the mood of the room seem grim, there is an almost whimsical juxtaposition with the screen in front of you. Brick walls and bars, darkness and the everlasting drip... drop of the ceiling, in contrast with the bright and bubbly colours before you, depicting cartoon-like penguin shaped buildings, with smaller big eyed fuzzy creatures in every store window. 
 
 `` What's my fucking password? Where the fuck do I find my password? What the fuck?!???!! LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKING SHIT LORD!!!'' 
 The intercom booms, `` **8 -- 5 -- 6, that is strike two. 8 -- 5 -- 5, it is advised you activate the `` Gag-Switch'' in order to prevent further complications.'' You look to your menu, however there does n't appear to be an option to do so. Upon looking at the mirror, you see a board of backward options... `` lasreveR gaG'' with a cost you ca n't quite decipher. `` **S sserP** it reads, and as such you press the S key. Your penguin makes a funny sound. Like a quack, or something. You press the S key again, and the gag loosens, as you hear muffled footsteps from behind you, she begins to scream once more as the gag fastens, muting her volume to only pathetic whispers. You hear gagging, then an attempted hurl. 
 
 `` Sorry about the taste I really am, I have no idea why we are here or what we are doing, nor do I know what I paid to reverse our gags, all I know is that I'm from Eastern State, and we may be on a pacific island, and we may not be the only ones.'' 
 
 ( WIP )
