The Story of The Mufflers

Introduction

This is the story of a club I made a while back. It is quite the tale.

How It Was named

Before the club, me and three other people were really good friends. I had had the plan to make a name for us as a group for a while now. We were in Library class in, I think, the middle of 5th grade. We decided to make a club. We needed a name. After a bit of thinking, I said, "The Mufflers," which was a seemingly (to me) nonexistent word. This was the beginning of the best club ever made. In the start it was just me and the boys, but that would soon change.

The First Recruiting Phase

The first recruiting stage is when we started to get people besides us four into the club. These people were just random people in the class. Me and the boys decided to make the recruiting of people into our club democratic as to keep the club cool. I decided to turn the club into a hierarchy as well. There were 3 "classes,"; Muffler-in-training, Non-Official, and Official. Official was the rank for me and the boys, and almost someone else (I allowed us to vote on if people should be an official or not). Non-Official was for anyone who was in the club who was voted by the majority to be let in. Muffler-In-Training was for anyone who got at least 1 vote to be let in to the club. The only people who were allowed to vote, I think, were the Officials, but I do recall letting other people vote at various times. We recruited many people using this system, but it did keep some people who really wanted to join from joining.

The First Club war

Some of the people who didn't get voted into the club decided to make their own club. Their club was called, "The Blazers," and was basically a rip off of our club. I decided to make a peace agreement with the leader of their club because there seemed to already be conflict between our two groups. I also made this peace agreement because I was, and still am, a man of peace.

Here is what the peace agreement said:

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The Group Treaty.

There will be no fighting with other groups. Insults are allowed but fighting is prohibited. Physical fighting is not allowed.

Sign: ______ _______

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I left out our signatures because I want to preserve privacy. Back to the story!

So, I signed the peace agreement and stuff, and the leader of The Blazers did too, but my friends weren't very happy about it. Very soon after this agreement, my club challenged The Blazers to a game of baseball, and the club that lost had to end their club. The Mufflers won easily. We would later recruit the leader of The Blazers himself, but, when The Mufflers won that baseball game, the pitiful end of The Blazers happened. But, that was not the end of The Mufflers' conflicts with other clubs.

The Second Club War

Once again, another club was formed by the outcasts (the people who weren't let in The Mufflers). These people named their group,"The Muffler Extermination Group." One day, a friend of mine tried to sue them for using our group's name. He sued them for 5 cents, and if they didn't pay, it would go up 5 cents a week. They never payed us anything. Eventually, for some reason, The Muffler Extermination Group disbanded and The Mufflers stood strong once again (this wasn't because of us suing them though).

The Making Of Muffler Land

We were on a field trip to some art place and I decided to make a country for The Mufflers. We have a flower, bird, candy, etc. I also decided that our borders would be Cuba. Yep. Our borders would just be an exact copy of the borders of Cuba. Not too creative, but whatever.

The Muffler Times

The Muffler Times was made by me because I wanted to have a newspaper for our country. I originally assigned the leader of The Blazers, Ozzy Da Boi, and myself to make these newspapers, but Ozzy Da Boi, and the leader of The Blazers didn't make any newspapers, so I changed their jobs from newspaper writer to something else. I made a TON of these newspapers, and I still have them in a (physical) folder of mine. If you want to read the latest 3 of them then go to the, "The Muffler Times," section of this website.

Taking A Break

Eventually making so many decisions and doing so much got a bit stressful. Because of this, I stepped down from President of The Mufflers, and the new President (We assigned a Vice President a while before I stepped down so that if something happened to me there would be someone to take my place) decided to just straight up end The Mufflers, so, for a short time, there was no such thing as The Mufflers anymore. Eventually I took the office of President of The Mufflers again though, and by then the interest in the group had died down a bit and that made being the President of The Mufflers a bit less stressful then it had been.

The Second Recruitment Phase

Eventually I told my mom about the club and the democratic part, and how we only let certain people in, and she wasn't too happy, not too mad, but just kind of wanted me to let anyone who wanted to be in, in. I took her advice, because she made me feel bad, and went through our whole class asking everyone if they wanted to join. Plenty of people did. But, there was this kid in our class who was REALLY disliked by our group (he was the leader of The Muffler Extermination Group, he wasn't dislike because of this, but because he was annoying), so when I let him in, people got mad. I put him in the very bottom of the, "Muffler-in-Training," section and people still wanted him out. So, in the end I ended up having to kick him out. I didn't want to, but I did because I am a man of the people.

The Slow Death Of The Mufflers

Like all good things, The Mufflers had to come to an end. Interest in The Mufflers died down quite a bit near the end of the year, but I was still making The Muffler Times, and The Mufflers was still alive and breathing. Eventually Summer Break rolled around and that's what slowly killed the best club ever made. In the 6th grade I still made The Muffler Times (Until it became too uncool), but the group was dead. The reason The Mufflers worked so well in the 5th grade was because my dad was the teacher, but with stricter teachers came restrictions, and with 6th grade came me realizing what was cool and what was really not cool. The Mufflers had died. I really wish it was still a thing, but half of the Officials have moved schools, and plenty of the other members have left too. The Mufflers is dead. Do I wish it was still cool to have a dumb exclusive club for me and the bros? Absolutely. But with all the work I get at school and stuff it just seems like it would be really stressful. The Mufflers still kind of lives on in my online names and content, but The Mufflers is a dead club.

Conclusion

The Mufflers gave me an excellent time and got me from a social outcast, to one of the popular kids. I guess you could make a comparison between The Mufflers and Cowboy and Co. in that they are both large groups that are made by a very young man (me), but oddly complicated. Thank you for reading about the awesome, epic story of the best club ever made, The Mufflers.

The End