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When you read this, please listen to ANY shining path song looped for the entire fanfic for the full experience, and every ten minutes, say "i love chairman Gonzalo". hi I'm almost done writing ( the book ). this is what happens when i run out of books to read and can't consolidate a single thought in my head so i read pol pot's little red book instead of doing anything useful. . bored :( . disclaimerrr: FUCK CHAIRMAN GONZALO GO BURN IN HELL, YOU PIECE OF SHIT SPECIESIST AGEIST GENOCIDAL FREAK (FUCK YOU, BABY BOILING HUMAN-TRAFFICKING CHILD PREDATOR)!!! STUPID CULTISTS. DIE. DIE. ROT IN HELL CHAIRMAN GONZALO. ROT. ROT IN HELL. YOU AND POL POT. ROT. okay :3

Coolkidd was always a nice kid. He lived alone with his dad in the most well-off section of robloxia, living a fairly normal life for the adoptive demon son of robloxia's most well-known extinctionist terrorist. Every day was pretty similar, he'd get ready for school, go to school, come back, eat dinner, play with papa, cuddle and kiss, and sleep.

Sometimes he'd have extra time, which usually he either used on Papa's "strictly off-limits" computer or on spending extra time with papa, either way, he made sure to have fun with his free time.

Today, he was coming back from school. He was bullied today, like always, because of what he is and who his dad is. School was bad, Coolkidd thought. Too mean.

Coolkidd walked down the sidewalk, his red fur glistening in the sunshine due to sweat from the heat of the sun. He thought to himself about how great the world is, the sun was always shining and his papa always loved him, even if sometimes it feels weird, he couldn't ask for a better life! He was happy.

Yet...

He felt empty. Every day was the same and, surprisingly, he didn't feel too happy about how static the sun was in the sky. Nothing happened, nothing ever happened, and affection felt hollow, like he was only loved for his youth, his body, never him. He was alienated, too, he felt outside of himself, unlike himself, he felt fake. Maybe it would've been better if he was left of the streets where he belonge- oh.

He got to the house, interrupting his thoughts. He noticed that the 007n-sev (which, to clarify, was what 007n7 called his shitty old car from his hacker days) wasn't there. In fact, all the lights were off, too. He wasn't home, Coolkidd could tell.

Regardless, Coolkidd opened the door to his house, which he had the key to, and locked it after he entered. It was dark, so he reached for the light-switch and flicked it on.

007n7 wasn't there. Surprisingly, Coolkidd couldn't bring himself to give a shit. He took too much of his day anyways, plus all the weird stuff... it wasn't as nice as Coolkidd pretended it was.

Though.... Coolkidd thought... the computer's probably still here.

So, the red little freak skipped across the house, from the front door to the stairs all the way to 007n7's room.

Without hesitation, Coolkidd opened the door, entered, and slammed it behind him. He got on the computer, entered papa's password, and started to surf the web. He pulled up papa's browser, some weird tor-based program, "Cool-foxium.exe". What would he explore today?

... Bookmarks. Papa always had an unreasonable amount of bookmarks, and Coolkidd had been hoping to look through them one day. Today is that day. He wanted to know what's up with the fifty-thousand bookmarks on his browser.

Coolkidd clicked the first bookmarked website. It seemed to be Wikipedia... boring.

The second website was also boring, just a tor-checker.

It took around the twelfth website bookmark to find something interesting, and by that, it just seemed to be some social media platform 007n7 was using. His account was fairly suggestive, and Coolkidd had enough 007n7-related bullshit to deal with already, so he clicked off. He didn't want to see his dad shirtless on his free-time.

The fourteenth was... oh. NAMbLA. Coolkidd may have been gullible and stupid, according to kids at his school, but he wasn't gullible nor stupid. He knew what these people stood for, and quickly clicked the back button. Ew, papa.

The seventeenth bookmark was a Wikipedia page for some sort of cool movement... a "Shining Path"... Coolkidd thinks he's heard of that before in class or something. They're like a... what's the word... terrorist group, like papa! Though, this website had a lot of new words school hadn't taught him, like.. whatever "Maoism" meant, or "mlm"- wait, no, 007n7 taught him what mlm was, its the "divine, sacred form of love" that he partakes in... now, why would that lead to terrorism?

So, he looked further.

Something about someone called Chairman Gonzalo.... and.. Mao Zedong? Coolkidd checked the wiki pages on a different tab, and checked the prolewiki (as, for some reason, the website directed him to) on a fourth tab, looking at the summaries and sometimes checking the writings... A lot of Mao's writings didn't make much sense to him, what is a "contradiction"? Who is Hegel? Lenin?

Coolkidd pulled up a fifth tab for Lenin, and a sixth for Marxism-Leninism, and a seventh for the prolewiki definition of "Marxism".

All he understood so far was... something about a perfect world? He went and pulled up the Communist manifesto, which, surprisingly, was also a file on papa's computer (in "idiot alert" folder)... it was starting to make sense.

Class inequality, work, cruelty, what else was there to the current system? Coolkidd checked back to Lenin, and pulled up a tab for Leninism, and read a few summaries. He got... some of the points, though he felt that a cultural shift would be necessary.

where did he hear that before...

He checked mao zedong's tab, opened a tab for maoism, and began to re-read a selection of mao writings... mostly just drifting through it. mao... he checked Gonzalo's tab and opened a tab for Gonzalo-ism. Permanent cultural revolution... that would prevent deng xiaoping. Blood quotas... Coolkidd liked the sound of that. His stomach felt weird, and he got closer to the computer.

Gonzalo. He went to the original tab, the Shining Path, and opened a new tab for shining path politics. He skimmed through it, looking at mostly chairman gonzalo's quotes and the stuff about blood quotas, it was the most interesting.

He opened a new tab, "how to go to peru", and a second new tab, "shining path how to join". Then, "new democratic republic"

He needed to go. It was his destiny. He didn't care what Gonzalo did, he needed this. It was love, pure, unadulterated love, true mlm, Marxism-leninism-maoism. He wanted Chairman Gonzalo. Carnally.

A few more tabs, "Communism", "What is sadism", "shining path tiktok edits", and "Chairman Gonzalo shirtless"

okay... that was un-necessary. Wait... Khmer rouge?

Five more tabs opened, "Khmer rouge", "Pol Pot", "Democratic cambodia", "pol pot ideas", and "pol pot maoism". 

He spent a little longer analyzing this... it seemed, honestly, extremely interesting. A system like this should be universally applicable. 

"Pol pot speeches and writings" was the next search. An hour passed on that tab.

He went back to the original tab.

Coolkidd closed the browser application.

As Coolkidd began to stand up, getting off of his chair, he instantly fell forward. The sun was beginning to rise, had Coolkidd spent all night on this? 007n7 still wasn't back? Regardless, it didn't matter, Peru waited for him.

As Coolkidd walked out of his house, as sleep deprived as a hippie cultist, he realized a horrible truth.

How the fuck will he get to Peru? Even worse, how will he get to the New Democratic Republic? The car wasn't there...

Coolkidd guessed he had to walk... to the nearest airport. He had offline instructions on his phone, which he had downloaded from the computer last night, but it still would take a full day of non-stop walking. But Coolkidd would do anything for Chairman Gonzalo. And to be able to fill his blood quotas.

While he walked, he looked around at this spectacle of a society, the failure that it has become, the self-degrading hell that is Capitalism... how do people live like this? Filth...

He continued to walk, past the road, down the sidewalk, around the block, across the next block, miles blur together, literally, as both Coolkidd's eyes and mind start to tire out. His walking started to slow as he was out of energy, Coolkidd's mind on the brink of shutting down... but this was a dangerous street and Coolkidd was defenseless, he couldn't sleep here.

He passed the bridge with the little energy he had left, and tried to stay awake for a bit longer. That is, until he noticed a small store selling stuff.

Coolkidd knew, as nechayev would say, that it should be done by any means necessary... and small business owners are mini-Hitlers anyways, like that one youtube video said. So, as he walked into the store, prepared to steal a ton of soda and energy drinks, he didn't even acknowledge the cashier nor any of the staff.

As he gathered all the sodas and energy drinks, he decided to be a little hedonistic and drink a few here, chugging down a few monsters and tossing them on the floor before he ran out with the sodas and energy drinks.

As soon as he got out, with the artificial energy keeping him awake, he began to run as fast as he can. He ran, and ran, and ran. Until his legs hurt. Then, he began to drink everything he stole.

It was a lot, and chugging down so many soda cans started to burn and leave a irritation on his throat's lining. Coolkidd felt his heart beating really fast, everything around him felt slower and his limbs began to twitch, his fluffy ears twitched like crazy and his tail refused to stay still as everything started to spin. He dropped all the trash, his arms now too weak to carry them, as he began to run in what he thought was the direction to the airport. At this point, even his thoughts were racing and he couldn't be sure of anything. He was sure he was starting to see people who didn't exist, as impossible figures begin to appear and disappear around him.

He ran with all the energy in the world, only hitting a wall or person or so only a few times, and as the sun started to set, Coolkidd hadn't noticed at all the change in time.

Eventually, his mind blanked out.

As far as he knew, he blinked, and was at the front doors of the airport. He knew he hadn't fallen asleep because he was standing and his heart was still beating hard, his eyes still stung, his head still hurt, Coolkidd was still sleep deprived. Coolkidd walked into the airport without hesitation, considering that, once again, Chairman Gonzalo was waiting for his love.

He speed-walked through the security, ignoring the staff and officers who were currently chasing him for trespassing, and snuck into a plane headed to Peru-- more specifically...

Coolkidd had been running away from these asshole capitalist fucks who had been chasing him for a while, and honestly, he was tired. It felt like a blessing to Coolkidd when he finally found where he was headed. The 5th flight of the day, as it was early in the morning, a plane headed to Peru... but how would he get in? Coolkidd thought about it for a while before deciding to just sneak in, crawling under the people boarding the plane and stealing an empty seat in the back. Surprisingly, the staff and officers lost him back in the crowd and were searching the other plane, flight 6, ironically enough.

Ironic because Coolkidd liked the number 6.

Not so ironic now that Coolkidd thought about it...

Either way, He was happy that he got on the plane in time to see Chairman Gonzalo tomorrow. He was so excited to start his first day as a Shining Path soldier!

...The flight was a few hours. Coolkidd's ears popped, giving him a headache, as the plane began to move. After a while of accelerating, the plane finally took flight, soaring up into the sky. Coolkidd wanted to cry from the pain, he really wanted to cry, it hurt so much.

The pain turned into excruciating misery, hurting so much, everything began to go dark.. but he couldn't, not yet, not until he sees Gonzalo.

Coolkidd held back his tears, drying his fur from the wet spots from the tears that already fell. He needed to be strong, for Chairman Gonzalo.

How does he think he'll ever be a strong soldier if he couldn't even handle an airplane popping his ears? When the peruvian government kidnaps him and slowly tortures him, peeling off his skin and tearing out his sharp fangs and teeth, tearing off his tail and claws, how does he think he'll stand all that and continue to serve Chairman Gonzalo if he couldn't even take such a small, inconsiderable amount of pain like his ears popping? He was a disappointment to Gonzalo, he thought, nobody liked him.

His left paw's claws, which was gripping his right arm, began to violently squeeze, the claws piercing Coolkidd's flesh and leaving a mess of blood in its wake as giant cuts are made. Coolkidd didn't stop, he began to move his claws around the inside of the cuts, opening them further in a fetishistic display of self-hatred. He began to, as one would, tease the cuts before thrusting his claws into the cuts in his arm. At this point, things began to go dark again, he knew he shouldn't have tried to do that, and really, he didn't even know why. It didn't hurt. It didn't feel pleasureful. It was just... interesting. He knew he might bleed out if he didn't do something, but there was nothing he could reasonably do. He only had, basically, a lighter and an empty soda can. He wondered if the adrenaline was enough...

Either way, he needed to man up.

He began to tear apart the can and make out of it a metal sheet, and with the lighter, he heated up the metal to an unbearable point. When Coolkidd expected the metal to turn orange, it began to melt instead... well, whatever, it works. Coolkidd let the melting metal droplets fall on and cover his cuts, which, for the record, hurt like hell. He was on the verge of screaming, tears falling everywhere on his face, wetting his fur, yet he restrained himself by force. Once the melted metal stopped the bleeding and covered the cuts, and once the pain calmed down, Coolkidd exhaled.

The burning feeling of metal seeping into and becoming one with his flesh was too much. His own existence was being penetrated by the metal, as it became part of hin in the most sensual of ways, it scared him. He did not want to let anything take his place, he wanted to be himself and only him and only be himself, the possibility of assimilation into his body terrified him. When he looked at the metal scraps melted into his arms, he felt sick. Dizzy. Gross. He didn't like this at all.

The plane stops, the loud noise beginning again, and Coolkidd's ears pop again. This time, Coolkidd couldn't even feel it, the penetrating stinging on his arms didn't let him feel anything else.

After a few minutes for a mental health break, and a few more minutes for people to actually be allowed to get off the plane instead of standing there getting their luggage from the top like idiots, Coolkidd finally stood up.

Coolkidd walked off the plane, not caring to sneak out, considering he was already IN peru at this point. He was untouchable. He was excited, he couldn't wait to finally meet Chairman Gonzalo!

Coolkidd stumbled out of the airport, walked down the street, and searched for a maoist to talk to. He was fairly certain that it wouldn't take too long. Coolkidd searched the entire street, near and far, almost getting run over multiple times, trying to find any maoist, but he couldn't see any. Then he remembered the map.. and the New Democratic Republic. And so, he kept walking down the street, sure that when he got to the New Democratic Republic, it would be clear.

Looking at Peru, in his long walk to Chairman Gonzalo, he noticed how messed up it has become since the Shining Path started, and he reveled in it. In Gonzalo, he saw himself, and in Gonzalo's victory, he saw his own. HE did this. Coolkidd did this. Long live!

Eventually, he did get to what, as far as he know, probably is New Democratic Republican territory. He could tell because Chairman Gonzalo's face was plastered over a wall, in which Coolkidd means, a poster of Chairman Gonzalo was huge and present at the area. There was also a really cool hat resembling something he saw from the maoists... a light green, oldish colour, with a bright red star in the middle. Well, no private property means Coolkidd doesn't care for property rights! (Coolkidd doesn't know the distinction between private and personal property because Coolkidd learned Marxism from Wikipedia)

Coolkidd took the hat and put it on his head, wearing it like a beloved expression of his identity. Because that is what it was. Coolkidd was now, as far as he cared, a Maoist for Chairman Gonzalo. Though... a Shining Path Soldier should meet his god at least once!

And so, he began asking around--

"Heya, mister! Do you uh..m.. know where the Great and Honorable Chairman Gonzalo is? I've been looking everywhere to initiate myself into the shining path!" Coolkidd asked a random Maoist in the area, the Maoist was wearing the same hat and leaning against the wall, smoking a cigar, and looked serious. The maoist looked down at Coolkidd, and, with a serious tone, responded.

"He should be here for the national Congress this year. That would be today. And you... are not from Peru, huh? Really sweet of you to come all this way for us peasants."

Coolkidd smiled, and continued to talk with the maoist

"Well, how couldn't i? The shining path truly represents the heart of all revolutionary action, the ideological heart of the fourth sword of MLM! Truly, glory to Chairman Gonzalo!"

The maoist, with the same expression as before, ended the conversation with a casual "Glory to Chairman Gonzalo.", before walking away.

...well, that was useful! Coolkidd knew where, exactly, the national congress would be located because he searched it up on the computer all that time ago, so this was no problem. And plus, Coolkidd thought he made a friend! The maoist seemed to like him, no?

Either way, Coolkidd began to walk to the National congress location. It should start a few minutes after he gets there, according to his totally-real math.

After a few hours of walking, Coolkidd finally got to the National Congress, and about ten minutes early, too! In the crowd of disorganized Maoists all trying to get to their chair, Coolkidd spotted him. Chairman Gonzalo, in the middle of the crowd, sipping Peruvian flavor-aid (not cyanide flavored, instead it's fruity noveltist flavored) out of a transparent cup.

Coolkidd excitedly ran up to him through the crowd of maoists and marveled at his beauty.

"Ch- chairman Gonzalo, is that you-! It's- I'm your biggest fan, Coolkidd, i came here all the way from Robloxia to join the shining path! I- I just can't believe i've finally met you!!" Coolkidd pathetically rambled, like a kid meeting his idol, because that was what he was.

Chairman Gonzalo smiled at the kid, and offered him a handshake by extending his hand. Coolkidd excitedly and "professionally" accepted, shaking Chairman Gonzalo's hand with his paw.

"Ah, Coolkidd, that's great to hear! Your help around the Shining path, maybe even our army if you'd like, would be greatly appreciated.. you've already devoted so much for us, I bet. Don't worry, you're family, here." Gonzalo responded, professionally, creating an antithetical feel to Coolkidd's responses.

Soon enough, the national congress began and everyone took their seat. Coolkidd got a new seat on, well, exactly the other side of the congress. Regardless, he went to sit down, and took his place amongst them.

It was nice, relaxing, even. Hearing Chairman Gonzalo's voice was as light as a Fourierist harmony, and too, just as coercive and deadly. His calls for permanent cultural revolution, how he spoke of the blood quotas, his radical opposition to those bastardly capitalist scum, how glorious and sickly sweet it was. 

Then, it was time for questions.

"Any questions from the National Congress over my doctrines?"

Nobody responded. People were too tired to care, but, some did look, at least, kind of fine with being there.

Coolkidd raised his paw. A smile on his face. He had been researching the Pol Pot regime in Cambodia and found it inspiring and, if not ultra-revolutionary, more maoist than mao himself. Cambodia seemed like an ultra-maoist utopia to him, and so, he wanted to pitch a theory to the honorable chairman Gonzalo.

"Yes, Comrade Coolkidd?"

"Mister- Chairman Gonzalo the most honorable, uhm, Have you considered the paths taken by the pre-1980s khmer rouge to be good enough to synthesize with the mlm-gonzaloist principles that define this party? The ideas of pol pot on cultural revolution find themselves very useful, I mean, He talked about a firery acceleration of the cultural landscape towards a revolutionary point, a year zero, where all old concepts and traditions and all traditionalists perish for the cleansing of the culture from reactionaries! We should always go too far if the alternative is moderatism, right? Like him, we already know intellectuals, peasants, and Proles alike to be revolutionary, and we too seek the absolute annihilation of all capitalist social relations, their structure is highly functional and their economics are quite revolutionary! Sorr- sorry if I'm rambling, I do not mean to speak over you!"

"..."

Chairman Gonzalo stayed quiet, considering the idea. At first, Chairman Gonzalo considered the brutal-fascist regime of Pol Pot to be just that, but remembered seeing himself in Pol Pot's maoism quite a lot. Changing the souls of man... he originally got that from Pol Pot, and, too, he got his Incan-mythology-obsession from pol pot's Khmer-supremacy synthetization with maoism! Maybe, just maybe, this robloxian kid had a point.

"We will speak after the National Congress about this. These ideas require further dialogue and communication, and I am interested in knowing what you have to say."

Coolkidd's face brightened at such a response, because, as far as he saw it, it wasn't a rejection!

"If there are no more questions, this national congress is finished."

With that, a ringing sound occurred. Maoists formed back into large, unorganized crowds, and stumbled through and to the front doors. Coolkidd stayed behind, since he got the priviledge to speak with the honorable Chairman Gonzalo about Pol Pot.

"By any means, if Gonzaloism is to truly become adapted to universal application, if it is to oppose moderatism, it must understand the pol pot form of maoism! Pol pot's cultural revolution was not just a maoist cultural revolution, it was a infernal culture-shredder that, ultimately, should have left nothing left if applied consistently! And, too, the anarchic "autocracy" found itself in balence between liberty and security! Pol pot truly perfects the maoist form an makes an ultra-maoism that is universally applicable, and it just must be synthesized with Gonzaloism!"

"Yes, yes, but if we are to remember the fate of the cambodians"

Chairman Gonzalo thought out loud, writing something as Coolkidd spoke.

"That's because they lacked you, sir!"

Coolkidd responded passionately.

"Well, maybe, Coolkidd, if you could make a genuine case for Pol-Potism-Gonzaloism as a concept, in a written format, aka as a Manifesto or book, I will consider it."

Chairman Gonzalo calmly stated. If Coolkidd's new synthesis was truly revolutionary, it would look good and comprehensible on paper.

With that, Coolkidd thanked Chairman Gonzalo profusely, shook his hand again, and ran off to begin writing.

As Coolkidd got to an abandoned library in the New Democratic Republic, he noticed something. Something useful, incredibly so. It was a typewriter. Coolkidd pulled out his phone and found, in his files, the selected writings of pol pot, and pol pot's little red book, and began to read and write. He understood Gonzaloism, so understanding pol pot was his priority.

And, as he, sleep deprived, pulled another monster out and chugged it all down, Coolkidd began to work on his manifesto. And, as it was only fair, he called it "the case for Pol Pot in the Shining Path".

Hours turned into days, and days into weeks, weeks straight with no breaks, and by the time he was done, it was 150,000 words long. Coolkidd had started seeing things, making typos, and creating incomprehensible statements, yet the book was still understandable and comprehensible.

Coolkidd slowly got out of his chair, instantly tripping and hitting himself face first on the floor, and got up just as slowly from the floor. He hasn't slept in fuck knows how long, how he was even alive was a mystery to Coolkidd. He grabbed his book and began to walk to Chairman Gonzalo's last known where-abouts.

After a few minutes of walking, He saw him, and he, too, saw him. Coolkidd ran over to Chairman Gonzalo, shaking his hand, and passing the book, or, transcript(?). Chairman Gonzalo went quiet for a bit, but eventually thanked Coolkidd and left with other maoists around him.

Hours later, the text was in circulation under Coolkidd's name. In the span of weeks, His theory began to influence the inside of the Shining path, and Coolkidd began to speak more with Chairman Gonzalo, getting closer to the Chairman as the time passed.

They were practically friends before the special day, every day Coolkidd and Chairman Gonzalo would meet up and talk about life, politics, theory, and sometimes even write together! Coolkidd had grown really attached to his idol, and maybe, even Gonzalo had started to like Coolkidd.

Today, Coolkidd was going to go visit Chairman Gonzalo, because he had a surprise! It was Chairman Gonzalo's favorite day, and Coolkidd could never forget something as important as that!

Though, as coolkidd got out and began to walk, he noticed all the maoists weeping. It was confusing, and no posters filled the street like usual.

Then, he saw it. A poster saying that Chairman Gonzalo had been captured.

Coolkidd felt a growing emptiness fill him, accompanied by crashing and burning sadness, misery. The world was ending. Coolkidd dropped on the floor and began to cry, his fur wetting with the road as he started to cry violently, screaming and yelling, who would lead the revolution now? Who would- who would save the people? Save us all? Who would be our lord, our god, to lead us to the path of glory? He felt like- no- it was over, Chairman Gonzalo was dead and the Shining path was falling apart, what could possibly save us now? And not only that... Coolkidd's ONLY friend was now basically dead! Stuck for life in prison, the only person who, other than his dad, cared for him and spoke with him personally. He was Coolkidd's idol, his god, he was the burning light of desire that Coolkidd held so close, the craving for revolution that filled Coolkidd's heart with actual faith... Coolkidd's love was dead.

Who would do this.

...

Peru. The Peruvian government. How dare they take him away from us so soon. How dare they take him away at all!

Coolkidd got up, not even daring to wipe his face, a scowl on his face and burning hatred in his heart. He hated them, and needed them dead.

Coolkidd walked straight into the gun supply of the Shining path, preparing himself with bullet-proof vests, grenade straps, and an ak-47. Coolkidd slowly grabbed the soapbox and, with the little strength he had, slowly pushed it into the road. It took a while, but eventually it was located right in the middle of the road. Crying maoists stared at Coolkidd like he was about to declare a terrorist attack, because, he was. He got on the box, and spoke.

"PEOPLE OF THIS NEW DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC! DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE, DO NOT GIVE UP FAITH, WE CAN STILL WIN THIS! TRUST ME, PUT YOUR TRUST IN ME, AND WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH THIS PERUVIAN WAR! GET YOUR GUNS, GET YOUR BOMBS, AND TODAY WE STRIKE AND KILL ANYTHING IN OUR WAY! LONG LIVE THE SHINING PATH, LONG LIVE CHAIRMAN GONZALO!"

And with that, the crowd began to cheer and yell, phrases like "long live chairman Gonzalo", "glory to the shining path", "for mao zedong", and a new one, "Life to Chairman Coolkidd!". It seemed as if Coolkidd, with such a little and insignificant display of bravery and comradery, had become the de-facto leader now that Chairman Gonzalo was gone. It only filled his heart a little. He still felt sad, disappointed, and empty. But this will do... for Gonzalo! for the honorable Chairman Gonzalo...

"TODAY, WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE, AND DESTROY THOSE PERUVIAN CAPITALIST TRAITORS!"

Coolkidd stepped down from the soapbox as all the maoists headed towards the gun supply, ready to restart their military attacks. The movement felt empty without Chairman Gonzalo, the air cold (not that cold), and the streets lost its palingenetic spirit, but Coolkidd was sure he needed to restore it, and he would.

As soon as the maoist soldiers were done, and lined up in proper order, the way Gonzalo would arrange them, Coolkidd stood in front of them and spoke proudly

"Tonight, we will be bombing the banks, and starting on the re-distribution of wealth by abolishing it! We will be, as forcefully as necessary, also taking and communalizing their Property, and if they refuse, kill them on sight! Our doctrine here is absolute retribution for what they have taken from us, and for this, we will destroy every single structure they have against us! And, Glory to the most Honorable Chairman Gonzalo, savior of the Proles, Peasants, and intellectuals alike!"

Coolkidd screeched, his Maoist hat on his head shifting around with every yell that he pushed his head up for, he was sure to make Chairman Gonzalo proud. He was sure of it.

"We will begin Moneyless and Classless work in our economy, and with that, all things will be free! We will, instead of taking a step towards communism, leap at it! Not only a Super Great Leap forward, no, the Most Super Great Leap Forward, and instead of industrializing, that old capitalist system that only helps to replicate the bourgeoisie, we will destroy every hint of a capitalist world, including technology! BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, WE WILL ACHIEVE SHINING PATH COMMUNISM, AND, SAVE THE NATIVE PERUVIAN PEOPLE!"

Coolkidd continued, and, stopping to take a breath, he ordered the soldiers forward into the Peruvian government's Lands. Behind them, he followed, holding a grenade for the president's house.

...

It was bloodshed, bombs going off around him and people slaughtered on the streets for technology and "capitalist collaborationism", policemen shot dead without hesitation. Houses owned by Capitalists were burned, police departments and government-related buildings were blown up by grenades. Coolkidd, patriotically, looked upon this bloodshed and terrorism in vigorous excitement. Prison break-outs became a common occurrence, with the Shining path attempting to break Gonzalo out, but Chairman Gonzalo was nowhere to be found. Thousands of lumpen-proles were released, and many of them were shot on the streets for not joining the shining path. Above him, Coolkidd saw a grenade fly, and fall in front of some petite-bourgeois store, and he watched as it exploded into a beautiful pile of trash.

As the sun began to set, hours passing in this violent massacre, the energy of the revolutionaries did not calm down, but instead, began to become more cruel. As it turned night, the Shining Path soldiers decided that the mindless violence of the day has come to an end, and begun going house to house in an orderly fashion. Each person would be asked to join the shining path and give up their property, rebels would be killed and followers would join in, and nobody would be spared. Coolkidd walked towards this one fancy house and knocked at the front door. It was a while before someone answered it, and when they did, it was a man wearing a tuxedo and eating toast.

"Ah, are you one of them.... maoists?"

The bourgeois man tried to shut the door in his face, but Coolkidd, with his speed and small frame, snuck through the door into his house. It was big, full of prizes and expensive painting.. disgusting. Coolkidd picked up a grenade from his strap, went halfway up the stairs, and tossed it to the upstairs hallways.

As that exploded, and the rubble from the top began falling and destroying the first floor as well, Coolkidd, wordless, ran over to the Richie, leaped onto him-

Coolkidd's thighs closed around his neck and his weight took the man to the floor, the heaviness of his body making the man's head slam against the floor and almost break. Coolkidd slowly sat up straight, pulled a paw back, extended his claw, and slashed the man's face. Then, the other paw, the other claw, another slash on the man's face. Then another. And another. The rich asshole begged for his life as he bled out everywhere, his clothes stained with red, but Coolkidd refused.--

"For the people of Peru, you must die. For far too long has your kind tortured us."

--and he jammed his claws into the man's neck, penetrating his throat. Coolkidd, claws still in the man's throat, then grabbed the portion in between his claws, squeezing until his claws touched in the man's throat, and tore it out of the man's neck, launching his paw backwards to make sure it really comes off.

The man slowly choked on his own blood, a gurgling sound making Coolkidd feel something so new, so... attractive, that he felt the need to leave before he did something further.

But he didn't. Coolkidd quickly shoved the throat fragment into his mouth and chewed it up into pieces, then swallowing the pieces without any concern for choking. He looked down at the soon-to-be corpse.

Coolkidd leaned down, then dropped himself to the floor, crawling over until his head was right above the man's. Pushing himself closer to the man's bleeding neck, Coolkidd could smell the metallic taste of blood in his reach.

Coolkidd stuck his tongue into the body's bleeding neck, licking at the open tear and drinking all the red liquid that was spilling. It flowed like a fountain out of the thing's neck, and the taste was addicting. Coolkidd stuck his head in further, his entire mouth now in the bleeding red and drinking it up like a dog dying of thirst. Slurping sounds could be hear by, if such hypothetical people existed, anybody else in the house, and it was exciting for him.

Mouthful by mouthful, he chugged the blood like his life depended on it.

He drank more and more, putting his paws under the creature's neck and pulling it up to be able to drink more of it, until eventually it was out. Then, he chomped down on the neck, and swung his head back up, tearing the part he bit off of the neck. He began to chew it, the flavor of raw meat opening up to him a miracle onto mankind, and he swallowed it half-chewed like an animal. Coolkidd had enjoyed the taste so much that he didn't notice when the meat had gotten stuck in his throat and he had to hurl it all out over the body.

Chunks of unidentifiable unchewed food (a lot of it now human meat), alongside the dark red (swirled with pink) liquid, spilled all over the being. Coolkidd wiped his mouth after puking, he never liked how it felt, felt like getting assaulted or something and it always made him feel gross... but he didn't have to. He had someone to take it out on now, a lifeless corpse covered in vomit... still warm.

Coolkidd reached down to his crotch. The only times he's ever done this was whenever 007n7 would leave him after getting his fill, and it always pissed him off. He used the base of his paw and just shifted around the fur, waiting for the member to just eventually pop out. He didn't know where it came from, really, he was too fuzzy and furry to see anything down there. After a few minutes of palming, or i guess, pawing, his small cock began to become visible to him, it was smooth, pink, had jagged edges to cut up his victims (Coolkidd just chucked it up to demon biology, but maybe it's just that all demons are descendants of cats), and had a throb to it already.

Coolkidd's paw enveloped his cock and started to move his paw back and forth, careful not to claw his member off or something. He started slow, and from experience, he knew that he had to go slow, any time he went quicker he ended up hurting himself... though it always way irritating for him.

Coolkidd's breaths began to become shorter and more deregulated as he continued to jerk himself off, his body instinctively thrusting a little into his paws. His ears twitched from the sound of his paws. It felt good, Coolkidd thought, but it could always be better.. patience.

As Coolkidd continued to masterbait, he slowly wriggled his other paw down to the body. He, with all the carelessness in the world, tore off the body's pants with little effort, and ripped apart the underwear while he was at it.

Coolkidd took a minute to appreciate the body... its cock was small, and it wasn't too appealing, but the concept still excited Coolkidd nonetheless to actually have control.

His paw quickly reached for the body's genitals, and with little effort and great pleasure, he tore off the pathetic member and cut open the testicles. It was a bleeding mess, a slightly-hardened small remain of the penis, like a little stump spilling blood everywhere, and the skin from the removed balls looked like peels to Coolkidd. The castrated penis so much more lovely than any sickening domination.. now, the power was all Coolkidd's. As Coolkidd reached close to his limit, he took his paw off of his throbbing cock, and let it slightly bounce up every second. He bent down, putting his face into the body's genitals, and bit the right testicle skin. With little effort, Coolkidd tore off the skin and left it in his mouth as he bit down on the left testicle skin. With the same amount of effort, to be repetitive, Coolkidd tore off the other skin and began to chew both skin fragments... it tasted salty and a bit sour, but Coolkidd fairly enjoyed the flavor. It was a bit like mustard, not too much, just a bit. Coolkidd decided to continue chewing the skin like one would the skin of a cooked pig, treating it like gum in his mouth.

Since he was already there, Coolkidd stuck a claw into the mostly-removed bleeding penis, and wiggled it around, making more space. Then, he stuck a second claw in and did the same thing. On the third claw, Coolkidd began to slowly thrust into it, speeding up as the make-shift vagina became more like its intended form. Coolkidd began to, with his other paw, cut the "vagina"'s top part higher up, to make it more like a slit, and then did the same with its bottom part lower down. He began to curl his claws inside of the "vagina", and thrusted faster, before adding a fourth claw. He could only fit four.

He thrusted, expanded, wiggled around, and opened his paw (to push the claws away from each other and opening the wound), anything he had to to make it work-able for his desires.

Eventually, he had enough, and lined his small cock with the wound.. slowly, he pushed in, his paws grabbing at the hips of the corpse as he slowly went into the body. As Coolkidd was trying to fully enter, he found that the legs blocked his way, and was pushing him back, so he temporarily let go of the corpse's hips and began to slash off the legs one by one.

The first slash caused blood on the right leg to spray out, the second slash only made it worse. The third one reached bone. Coolkidd cut around the bone and attempted to slide the leg off of the bone, only to end up accidentally breaming the bone and separating the leg the traditional way.

He moved to the second leg and began slashing until it fell off, not caring for precision nor carefulness. Eventually, after a minute, it fell off.

Then, Coolkidd, already half-in, impatient, slammed himself into the corpse, a shock of electricity running through his body as he began to pull out, only to slam back in again. The blood acted as a good lubricant, making Coolkidd's dick just slid in and out freely, as Coolkidd began to quicken.

Coolkidd laid over onto the corpse as he fucked it, chomping down on its skin as he started going faster, and faster, ruthlessly tearing up the inside of the wound.

Coolkidd's mind began to go hazy, growls and whines spilling out his throat as he began to strengthen his bite, a loud, wet, squelching and plapping sound filling the house as he continued.

He thrusted in harder and harder each time, feeling his release coming for him but unbearably slow. 

Coolkidd continued to slam into the body, each push driving him closer and closer to insanity (if he hadn't already reached it), the smell of puke and blood strangely making him whine even more.. he needed- he needed this, he thought, he deserved this.

His hips rolled into the carcass, and he began to claw and tear at the body in extreme impatience, he hated how slow this took.

The feeling became stronger and stronger, painfully closer, until...

Coolkidd thrusted in harshly, and, instead of pulling back, he pushed as far as he could, as his cum filled the carcass' (lack of a) womb.--

Coolkidd's cum spilled out of his cock, as the dying warmth of the carcass consumed his cock, and he moaned in pleasure. The molten, white liquid flooded the walls of the wound, turning more bloody and pink than white, and if the body was alive, he'd be in terrible pain right now. Coolkidd panted, catching his breath, and spat out the skin that he was chewing. Coolkidd grinded against the hole, trying to get as deep as possible to fully breed the being (he couldn't. It was dead, and it wasn't a womb), and he growled even louder as he wrapped around the corpse's hips and squeezed, pushing his body further and further beyond its limits. His mind was absolute gibberish as he thoughtlessly bit down on the body's stomach and began tearing it apart with his teeth, grinding and sometimes randomly thrusting hardly into the hole as he tried to reach a higher plane of existence, to become one- no, to make the corpse a part of him, to assimilate death itself to the great god, Coolkidd. Coolkidd, finally, gave out as he didn't feel so orgasmic anymore, laying his head against the body's exposed intestines--

The cum began to spill out and leak due to the fact it was a wound, red swirling with white creating a pink colour covering the Gorey sight. It wasn't enough.

Coolkidd thrusted in again, and a loud, overstimulated whine left his mouth, as he reconsidered for a moment. That wasn't what he wanted, it felt bad, it was too much.

So, he started slowly again.

Coolkidd's cock slid in again in a soft, gentle motion, more for his sake than the body's. he slowly and carefully picked up speed, trying to ease himself back in and not risk overstimulation again.

He began pumping in and out at a orderly pace, following the rhythm of the strange beeping in his head, as his strength slowly started to come back.

He continued to roll into the body, trying to achieve that same level of ecstasy as before, pumping in and out, and in and out, a warmth started pooling in his stomach once again.

His thrusts began to get harder as he felt less sensitive again, and he began to quicken once more, the squelching and plapping from the cum and blood mixture, the smacking of flesh on flesh, living on dead, the ultimate defeat of his enemies for the first time, his first domination, his first control, his flesh kept roughly and shamelessly beating the dead meat and treating it as nothing but a toy.

The sound echoed through the room, Coolkidd's growls getting louder as he got closer, and the pleasure rising with the acceleration to climax. With each transgression towards living, each divine merging with the dead, the feeling of not becoming one with it but consuming it, killing and eating, his pleasure doubled and his growls got louder.

Each time he thrusted in, it would swallow him whole, it would be his, and he continued to force himself into the wound, until it could no longer hold. Another thrust, and he felt it break further, the makeshift vagina was falling apart as Coolkidd's control had almost slipped away.

With great envy, Coolkidd shifted away from it, pulling his needy, whining cock out of the corpse, and he began to get up.

In a few second, he was standing. Specifically, he was standing over the corpse, and his paw, instinctively, wrapped around his cock with excitement. He slowly began jerking off once more but it wasn't long before he came this time.

As he slowly began speeding up, no longer caring about hurting himself, he felt an unbearably pleasureful wave hit him, and in response, he moved his hips back and slammed full into his paw. Coolkidd moaned loudly, and with that, white liquid began to spill from out of Coolkidd's cock and all over the corpse.

After recovering from his second orgasm, Coolkidd looked down at the corpse in hatred. Ruining his first time dominating, how pathetic!, he thought as he kicked the corpse and stomped on its stomach, threatening to break it.

In retaliation (however you spell that), Coolkidd held his cock over the body and began to pee. Yellow liquid sprayed out of the member and washed all over the body, the yellow mixing with the dark red vomit, the blood, and now the pink cum-blood mixture.

Coolkidd finished, shook off any excess piss, and walked away from the disgusting mess on the floor.

Wasn't his problem, wasn't his corpse. L-MAO, amirite? Gonzalo probably would've laughed.. FUCK. Coolkidd thought about something else.

When Coolkidd got to the front door, he quickly threw a grenade behind him before slamming the door shut and running out the front lawn.

Coolkidd could hear the explosion behind him, and in his mind, he imagined how cool he looked right now, casually walking away from an explosion. He always liked that part of the movies.

Coolkidd eventually noticed the sky, and what time it was. Seeing as people were trying to repair the area, Coolkidd assumed that the Shining Path had already left, and went on his way back to the New Democratic Republic.

On his way, he noticed a few Maoists laughing with each other, smiling and having fun as they spoke with each other. It made Coolkidd's heart brighten, he loved seeing his people happy.

Coolkidd eventually made it to the mainland of the New Democratic Republic, and looking at thr streets he noticed something new on one of the walls...

"LONG LIVE BIG BROTHER COOLKIDD"

...Huh? Coolkidd tilted his head in confusion as he stared at the quote, before realizing just how much recognition he had gotten by being so close to... he couldn't even think his name without feeling despaired, and he let out a weak sob at the reference to Chairman Gonzalo, peace be upon him..

Coolkidd quickly wiped away his tears, No time, the Shining Path needs him! Big Brother Coolkidd stepped back into his library, and sat back down in the chair, that same chair where he wrote that book oh-so-long-ago.

He got started on writing once more. It was, of course, a new declaration of Doctrines, Ideology, and principles.

And, with this, he also prepared the new attack plans of the shining path on paper, meant to be distributed amongst the soldiers so that the leader didn't have to physically be there and the soldiers were allowed the (beautiful, in Coolkidd's opinion) unruly-autocratic rulership model present among the Cambodians--

An anarchic dictatorship, liberty with order, decentralized centralization, centralized decentralization, praise be the Angkor!--

And so, too, Coolkidd didn't end up dying and the revolution getting fucked, like when- no, no. No, we aren't thinking about that.

Coolkidd continued to write, line after line, word after word, paragraph after paragraph, defining the future of the Shining Path, the ideology: 'Gonzaloism-C00lkiddism'.

The two zeros are necessary.

Coolkidd liked them.

(Now, every ten minutes, instead of saying "long live chairman Gonzalo", say "Glory to Big Brother Coolkidd! Long live the Angkor". For the full experience, of course.)

Once he finished, around a few days straight of writing, Coolkidd passed it around the shining path soldiers, making sure to shake their hands with his fluffy paw and congratulate them on their achievements.

"Ah, Angkor, Big Brother Coolkidd, Thank you!"

"No problem, great Comrade! We'll see you at the next national congress, yea? That's a few more months!"

"Yes, Big Brother! Long live the Angkor!"

It was nice, really, being so well-respected amongst these people. Coolkidd was glad he abandoned that child-molesting bastard for the great revolutionary path of peru! If he hadn't come here, he was sure he'd be dead on a noose or something!

Glory to the Angkor.. Glory to me! 'The radiant revolution shines in ALL its splendor', as was written on the wall over to the left of the communal library, 'Liberate our Liberty!'

Coolkidd walked back to his home, opening the front door and not locking it when he closed it (we trust in the Shining Lights of our path!), and sat next to his radio-device (meant to broadcast). He set it on, allowing the people of Peru (and anybody else) to hear him, as he started his reading.

Of course, he started it with some introduction:

"Oh, great Peruvian people! The time has come for revolution, for liberty, for us to become the masters of the water and the earth alike! Today, we celebrate and appease the Incan gods of the past through only the most glorious path to communism, the shining path! Recently, our attacks on the banks of Peru and redistribution of money has helped and save thousands from certain death under capitalism, and truly we say to you all who are affected, join us! Now, for some words."

"Embrace the Conditions of us Worker-Peasants, us Proles, for no other condition truly speaks so spiritually, so revolutionarily, to abolish all oppressors! There is only one class here, peasants, and so, revolutionary peasants."

"When the Western winds come to blow over our Eastern 'psychosis', they will find that the same psychosis they mock is itself thousands more powerful than any western wind, and it will crush the air out of its enemies!"

"Let us swear that we shall hold ever higher and higher the flaming red flag of revolution! The roots must be burned for the annihilation of all of the old, Year Zero lasts forever, Holy be the Most Super Great Leap! Remember, in wise words, anything is possible in revolutionary positions!"

"The Angkor is us, it is the love and soul of the Revolution, the revolutionary path, the motherland! It is the spirit of the Incan gods, the people, it is a boundless love! Partake in the Angkor!"

"In the name of the Angkor, all economy and property will be shredded and destroyed! Following the barracks, we all live, eat, breath, and live again, together! Not a single speck of dust will belong to any individual, only the Angkor owns everything, no individual exists for any longer! Spiritual awakening!"

After that, Coolkidd began to read the writing that he had finished to the whole of Peru, obviously excluding the military attack plans (that would be dumb), and continued to spread propaganda for the shining path to the people!

Once he finished, he signed off with a slogan in reference to pol pot, and shut the radio device off.

"Every day is a feast day! Every day is a feast day in the Shining Path of Peru, glory to the Angkor!"

Today had been quite productive.

...

Until a maoist came running in, yelling about a threat. He seemed terrified behind his disciplined mask, maybe even cowardly, but Coolkidd respected the masking of the cowardly behind strong disciplined masks more than the actually disciplined because it takes more discipline, ironically.

"Sir, Comrade, Big Brother Coolkidd, it's the MRTA! They've come and invaded on the grounds of us being reactionaries, we currently have them at a standstill but we don't have much time, Big Brother!"

"On it!" Big Brother Coolkidd quickly followed the Maoists to those disgusting non-maoist reactionary terrorists! At last, he saw him. V. P. Campos, a (reasonable, and as far as I know, not a baby boiler nor human trafficker nor animal abuser) reactionary ML kakistocrat! How dare he...

"Coolkidd. Come, let us talk."

"No, you reactionary! What respect do you have for the Peruvian-Incan people and peasants, just coming in here like that with guns and your army men? How insane of you!"

Coolkidd bit back fast, yelling at the reactionary.

"No, no, Coolkidd, you have deviated from the Marxist tradition in this madness, you are mistaken. You have betrayed the working class and, really, the peasants as well."

"No, I have done EVERYTHING for the Worker-Peasants, everything! You MLs are the ones who haven't done anything for us Peruvians, you sit in your organizations all day and pretend to be helping people when you just lay on your ass all day like lazy bums! You refuse to move at all, and are shocked when you end up crushed by the wheel of history, hypocrites!"

Coolkidd yelled out, his paw inching closer to his holster as he continued to distract Comrade Campos, who tried reasoning with him.

"Please, don't you see you have taken things too far? You betray the youth and animals in your pursuit, tormenting them alongside the peasants you claim to protect in massacres!"

"By any means necessary, the old will be annihilated and the new will be built."

"But Coolkidd, you take it too far, your ends have degenerated a long, long time ago!"

Paw on his revolver, Coolkidd quickly drew his weapon and shot V. P. Campos with all six bullets, commanding the Shining Path to continue shooting at the MRTA.

In his last moments of vision (oh no), Campos could only mutter a statement of despair, as he saw the future of Peru burn before his very eyes... "Man, have mercy on Peru, for the future is already so torturous."

This broke into a huge conflict between the MRTA and the Shining path that, if Coolkidd knew this would happen earlier, he probably wouldn't have shot him for. Though, the shining path beat them with ease, and it gave them a justified reason to take more land from mainstream Peru. Social micro-imperialism was tuff as hell.

Coolkidd broke out of thought after realizing that he was still in the middle of the battle-field and could easily be shot, yet he still didn't move out of the way. After all, death comes for everyone and, too, Coolkidd was someone. It at least let him feel some adrenaline, though not comparable to actually BEING shot. It was fine.

Coolkidd picked his Maoism-themed hat off of the floor, brushed off any debris, and put it back on his head. It still fit fairly well, like it was made for Coolkidd. The firing and gunshots around him has yet to truly scare him, but for the sake of not going permanently deaf, he walked off the battle-field and to his house. Before he left, of course, he yelled out a saying for morale--

"LONG LIVE THE ANGKOR, FOREVER WILL WE LAST!"--

And quickly skipped off.

Coolkidd, after around thirty minutes, got to his home. It was smaller than his old home, but surprisingly, felt more like him. Coolkidd walked through the front door and locked it behind him.

The inside of the house was fine. The kitchen-living room hybrid was mostly empty outside of necessities, mostly because he barely spent time there. As he walked to a specific door, and entered, he instantly felt truly at home. His bedroom, though smaller than the living room, was where he spent most of his time. It had a printer, a large poster of Chairman Gonzalo on the wall, a laptop, a typewriter, and a dim light. It even, on his bed, had a Chairman Gonzalo Body pillow.

Honestly, after Chairman Gonzalo's merciless murder by the Peruvian state, Coolkidd could barely ever bring himself to look at them, let alone get rid of them. It always crushed him inside to acknowledge them in any way.

Coolkidd looked away from Chairman Gonzalo's large face plastered over his wall, and instead looked at the laptop. It was just cat videos on repeat, nowadays, or some cutecore paylists. Rarely, when he felt especially patriotic, he'd play Shining path music.

It wasn't fancy like most dictator- i mean, leaders, would have, but that was because Coolkidd didn't like fancy. He liked having a similar house to the people he led.

Regardless, he plopped onto his bed, leaned forward, picked up his laptop, and began to surf the internet. He didn't care for privacy, because again, he was untouchable.

Coolkidd opened youtube and played some random lolicore (i can reclaim that slur) playlist, before placing the laptop somewhere off his bed and off the floor, in case he might break it.

Coolkidd laid next to his custom-made Chairman Gonzalo body pillow, looking up at the ceiling. He would usually lay on it, he would back when Chairman Gonzalo was alive, but again, to show respect. That... never stopped Coolkidd from sleeping with it almost every night. It was a habit.

Back when Chairman Gonzalo was alive, they would sometimes, despite how pederastic it seemed (and really, Coolkidd promised it wasn't like that. It was radically different to how 007n7 treated him, that bastard was cruel. Chairman Gonzalo was never even that affectionate nor sexual, he only ever let himself be hugged, never giving hugs.), sleep together. Not like that, but literally, often cuddling due to Coolkidd's demand.

It was nice back then. When Chairman Gonzalo was out, Coolkidd would instead cuddle with the body pillow, hidden under the bed sheet at the time to seem more like a normal pillow when Chairman Gonzalo was over.

Now, he cuddled it every night, since he was always gone.

This, though, was not night. Not yet, it wasn't. Coolkidd liked the nights because often his body would just shut down (out of habit from Chairman Gonzalo's old rule of the shining path, all the writing and walking and fighting... it was nice to be able to kill Peruvian class-traitor soldiers, yes, but severely exhausting), and so, he didn't think as much.

Coolkidd lifted his arm into the air, reaching towards the ceiling.

007n7 used to always keep his fur maintained. Ever since he 'disappeared' (Coolkidd just assumed he ended up blowing his head out, finally, or something. But... probably just Chris Hansen. Or maybe Coolkidd was unlucky and he was just recruited by Tom o' Carrol's little pedo-cult. that'd suck.), Coolkidd's fur has gotten out of shape, messy, stained, and all different levels of fucked up. There was probably still puke on him.

He showered, of course, but it sticks on when you have fur, and Coolkidd was NOT licking that.

007n7 always liked Coolkidd's fur, it was a bit creepy. He used to have nightmares about 007n7 flaying him for his precious red fur, in fact, it was so bad that sometimes Coolkidd would cry his lungs out about it into his pillow. Now, it seemed funny to see how much he valued his life, funnier than most other parts of his past.

Coolkidd lifted his other (latter) arm, Moreso the paw and the arm followed, and he traced his claw over the scars, repeated in lines, hidden under his fur, on his (former) arm. That started a few months before 007n7 (probably) died, and thankfully, he never found out. Coolkidd didn't know what he'd do if 007n7 did.

Probably cry. He was good at that. Probably even now, but now he's fine with that. Crying isn't weakness, not when you're the leader of the Angkor, nobody dares to call you weak. You'd kill them.

Coolkidd couldn't help but smile. It was great, really great, being so high and mighty. Though, still, stressful. He just likes to take it out however he can.

He continued to think about things for a few more hours, typically always wandering over to Chairman Gonzalo or himself. The sun began to lower down and under the ground, and the sky darkened.

When Coolkidd realized the time on the laptop, since he had no windows, it was already almost twelve.

Coolkidd shut off the laptop and rolled around in his bed, before gently grasping the Chairman Gonzalo body pillow and pulling it as close as he can. He hugged the pillow with all his might, but was gentle on the claws, in fear of breaking it.

As he began to cuddle the object, he drifted down into sleep. The warmth from the pillow filled his heart a little more.

...

Coolkidd woke up to nothing different. It was 9am. Today though, there was a responsibility Coolkidd had to deal with... lead the Shining Path Army up north to annex more land, kidnap government officials and torture "information out of them" (meaning, Coolkidd funtime with no real purpose), and broadcasting an "international message".

He tiredly got out of bed (picking up his maoist hat, how could he forget?), being careful to place down the body pillow without any damage, and walked out his room door. Then, without making breakfast (which, really, he didn't eat breakfast much, if any meal), he left through the front door.

Coolkidd headed down to the military base to arm himself and get properly prepared for battle. He wasn't the kind to be caught off-guard.

As he walked down to the base, he looked around, enjoying the view. Quotes by Pol Pot and Chairman Gonzalo were scribbled on the walls, but now, along with his own! It felt like a dream to finally be amongst his highest idols, even if... they were both pretty much dead. Coolkidd needs to get over it eventually, he thought, this couldn't weigh down the revolution!

When he got to the base, Coolkidd instantly shoved himself in and began to prepare. Bullet-proof vests, ak-47s, utility knifes (a must-have for any sadist!), and of course, the uniform.

Eventually, Coolkidd finished preparing, and he looked SO COOL!! he had on his uniform, written in black, "JOIN THE SHINING PATH TODAY!!!", as he had demanded it to become a necessary part of the shining path army uniform. Coolkidd thought it was cool.

Soon enough, the military came in and also began to prepare, coming not from the front entrance but instead a door leading deeper into the base.. the bedroom was where they were from, of course. Coolkidd knew that. Yeah.

Soon enough, he was explaining the battle plan

"So, honored soldiers of the great shining path, we will go from the left of the border to the right, the areas and communities near the border that is not ours must be consistently purged or assimilated into the New Democratic Republic, depending on the level of bourgeois delusions and mindsets present in the area. Remember to listen to your military leaders and, leaders, to listen to your army men, the mass line democracy is fundamental. If the Peruvian army ends up invading as usual, revert back to the more under-developed areas, and especially, the New Democratic Republic and lure them in-- then, of course, use guerrilla warfare to win. I would, as recently has ended up working, suggest a decentralized approach since it tends to kill more Peruvian soldiers."

The army men listened carefully, though usually the decentralization doctrine ended up leading to each doing their own thing. It was more for morale and the Angkor (the "spirit of the nation, the people, the soul of the revolution!"), and even Coolkidd knew that, but the LARP at least worked as propaganda.

"oh, and LONG LIVE THE SHINING PATH!" and they repeated after him, "long live the shining path!"

Soon enough, they were marching down to Peruvian government land. Coolkidd specifically took a chunk of the army away and began his plan to kidnap government officials, starting with the burning of multiple official government buildings as to alarm the national government into moving.

Some soldiers split up into smaller divisions and held hostage banks and other places (typically burning them regardless after), hoping to eradicate the economy in Peru.

The Soldiers ended up kidnapping government officials in the economic and democratic expertise-- targeted specifically for their power over the economy.

Specifically, 13 officials were kidnapped. Each one was held in a specific cell in a bunker in the New Democratic Republic.

As the attack continued, dozens of massacres occurred, as had become common practice. MRTA soldiers trying to push back the Shining Path army out of Peru and claim their own lands ended up failing and taking massive losses. MRTA bases were bombed, Peruvian military bases were also destroyed and raided, news outlets and reporters were slaughtered and burnt down, and multiple children and animals were slaughtered for relation to the bourgeois class- despite being oppressed classes and marginalized groups.

Coolkidd eventually split from the army and went back to the New Democratic Republic to fulfill the second responsibility on his mental list. Play time.

He continued to walk down, eventually making it to the bunker, and crawling down the entrance after opening the door of the bunker and shutting it behind him.

Crawling down the ladder, Coolkidd drooled at the thought of torturing live hostages this time. It felt more fun when they show emotion, unlike corpses. No offense to necrophiles.

Coolkidd's paws hit the floor. He turned around and his ears began to twitch at the sound of muffled yells and whimpers. He looked around.

13 tied up humans. Each one seemed scared, disturbed, terrified. Of course, Coolkidd understood the feeling, but too, he reveled in causing it.

"So... this is ironic, huh? You all torture your people, torture the Peruvian Angkor, and now you are tortured instead!"

No response except the same muffled sounds.

"The people don't need to know what happened here, and if you dare tell, i will kidnap you all once again and never return you to the light of day. You will die here, and you will rot. Got it?"

Coolkidd wondered why he even bothered talking to these idiots? They can't speak, practically dogs! Dogs to be beat and hanged!

"...okay, then that's all."

Coolkidd took a few steps closer to the first, an adult man, and kicked him right in the stomach. The man's head rushed forwards, a sharp loud sound muffled by the fabric around his mouth played out.

Coolkidd didn't budge, didn't flinch, nothing. He leaned down and gripped the man's hair with his paw, and slammed it back into the wall. He forced the head down again and slammed it into the wall for the second time, before letting go.

Coolkidd kneeled down in front of the kidnapped man, and looked into his eyes. It was wet from crying, and so, shiny. It looked like an animal's pleading eyes as it is beat, and kicked, and hit, and hanged. Coolkidd knew a lot about those eyes, Chairman Gonzalo used to teach him how to commit terrorism using animals, especially dogs. Coolkidd had a natural hatred of dogs, so he never felt bad, and now being reminded of those same dogs, Coolkidd began to hate this man even more.

Coolkidd slammed his paw, in the form of a fist, right into the man's face, breaking his nose. And then, with a second punch, damaging his face further. The third, then the fourth, each punch causing more and more bleeding as Coolkidd only stared in apathy at the man.

It was at the 7th punch that Coolkidd stopped, not wanting to kill him yet. He pulled out the utility knife, and the blade popped out of the box-shaped main holding part.

Coolkidd laid the knife right next to the man's cheek, and slowly pulled it down, cutting into the cheek and making it bleed.

The man flinched and pulled back, causing Coolkidd to grab him by the neck and put the blade closer to his eye. It got uncomfortably close and his eye began to shut, causing Coolkidd to use his other paw to use his claws to cut open his eyelid. His eye trembled and he let out a pained noise because of the pain.. but the adrenaline from the blade near his eye, the fear, overpowered the feeling of pain.

The small utility knife blade slowly reached towards the eye of the man, specifically the left eye, as Coolkidd teased the poor man. His pupil looked everywhere else but the blade, but he couldn't ignore it. It got closer.

"They say that every man unconsciously fears the violation of the eye... personally, I always found eye torture strange, but now.."

Coolkidd pulled the blade back for only a moment,--

"Eh."

--and slammed it right back into the Man's left eye, a popping sound so sickening and disgusting it made another hostage, a woman, puke on herself. Coolkidd smiled at the man as he pulled the knife out and tossed it on the floor. A silenced scream sounded around the bunker. Then, Coolkidd laughed, a childish giggle at best. The man tried to see out of the eye but it only showed a mess.

Then a pair of claws invaded the violated eye, claws gently grabbing around the remains of the whole, and before the man could think, it was torn out of his eye socket. He never stopped screaming so he could only get louder-- but his throat was starting to hurt and his voice started breaking.

Coolkidd popped the penetrated eye into his mouth, and began to chew it like a gumball. It squished and squirmed in his mouth. It tasted... fine. Coolkidd was mostly doing it to terrify the others, not because he actually liked it. He liked scaring people, not eating eyes.

...

"Boo!"

The man flinched at the childish yell. Surprising, Coolkidd thought, it was just a joke.

"Ha! Did you actually just flinch?"

A punch to the stomach and the man groans into the fabrics.

"Y'know, flinching at a child is kinda pathetic in of itself anyways, L-MAO :p"

Coolkidd ripped off the fabric from his mouth, and forced his paw into the man's jaw. The man bit down hard onto the paw but Coolkidd only punched the man in response, and the jaw opened once more. Coolkidd's other paw also entered the mouth, tearing the skin around it apart as two paws filled the man. Fur filled his mouth and began to tickle the man's tongue and inside. The feeling is interrupted with a sharp pain stinging in his tooth, or, the lack of one, as Coolkidd tore out a tooth and forced the man to swallow. Then, another tooth. Then another. The man could feel cuts form in his digestive tract as he swallowed the teeth. This continued on until he was toothless,--

each tooth pulled, Coolkidd made a lovely, mocking response...

"one pig was too rich." he tore out three more teeth, the man began to cry louder, his eye wet and sobbing. He tried to look up at Coolkidd, but shut his eye shut as he felt another sharp pain.

"one pig was too poor.." Coolkidd broke a few more teeth into fragments, shattering it in the man's mouth. It cut his mouth's delicate insides and, going down his throat, gave him sharp pains and an irritating burn. The man looked up again, Coolkidd smirked.

"What could they do? Napoleon..." Coolkidd gripped his front teeth, the two big front ones and other four, two on each side, with his claws. Then, with a swift movement, he pulled the front two out and ended up shattering the other four. The man let out a pathetic sound similar to a sob or a scream.

"Well, he was right. Snowball was a human, after all, right?" Coolkidd looked at the man. It was quiet, only the man's sobs was heard. he didn't respond, because he hadn't paid attention, being in too much pain. He was snapped into reality as he felt the rest of his teeth pulled out of his mouth and thrown to the floor. He let out a pained groan-- or something similar-- and went quiet again.

"RIGHT?"

...

Coolkidd chuckled

"Okay then. Well, Napoleon then saved his farm from those nasty humans, and everyone lived happily ever after. But... if you don't want to talk..."

--and then, Coolkidd grabbed his tongue.

Coolkidd swallowed the eye, now fully chewed and tore out the man's tongue (he tore out the sensitive muscle, blood pulling and spilling out the man's mouth and over Coolkidd's paw, before he removed the paw as well. Coolkidd dropped the tongue, finding it useless. The poor man began to gag and spill blood out of his mouth in a desperate attempt to not choke on it.), and threw it on the floor. The man couldn't make any noise but a pained sound, his throat was dry and cut up and hurting, stinging, aching, and so he said nothing.

"You're just like snowball. A weak, pathetic loser, who will be crushed by history's ever-turning wheel, and forgotten about."

Coolkidd began to lower, not take off, his uniform pants, and do the same with his underwear. His already-hard cock twitched in anticipation as he got closer to the man, standing up suddenly, and let the tip hit his lips.

"Of course there will be rape in the revolution."

Precum smeared on the man's lips. His cock throbbed at the sensation of warmth against the tip.

"eh... Benjamin Ingram was a child predator... Maybe i shouldn't quote him."

Then, Coolkidd pushed in, and entered his mouth. The small cock became enveloped by the man's warm lips and disappeared past them, metaphorically.

Coolkidd moaned in delight and his paws gripped the man's hair. He forced the man back, and shoved him back in, balls-deep, as he just tried his best to hold his expression. The heat swallowed his cock whole and he responded with pleasure.

Coolkidd would repeat this, back and forth, back and forth, shoving through the man's gums and, really, the tip didn't even manage to make the man gag due to its small nature. Each roll of the hips only really physically effected Coolkidd, making his mind go wild, while the man was only scarred emotionally as of now. He tried to chomp down but he only had gums.

But to make up for the lack of pain, and punish the man for gumming him, Coolkidd impaled the other eye with his claw, causing an attempted, harsh, barely-audible scream to vibrate through Coolkidd's dick. Instantly, he pulled out, feeling himself throb and tussle with his own mind. The vibration had almost made him cum right then and there. But no.. he wanted to enjoy this.

Coolkidd forced the man's head down and slid right his dick into the right eye socket. The man struggled,, but Coolkidd's paws held him still. He tried to close them, but Coolkidd just let the tip touch the eyelid instead... either way, it was going in. As soon as he opened them again, out of instinct, Coolkidd took the opportunity.

It should've been too loose but fortunately his claw had only impaled it just shallow enough for his dick to make its own path. It squished and wiggled around as he pushed in.

He thrusted in, more disgusting sounds audible, and back out, before thrusting back in again. His hips pushed back and forth and his balls hit against the man's nose. The man kept trembling and trying to struggle, but his state left him vulnerable.

Coolkidd's teeth grinded as he thrusted in again, holding the man's head in place as he raped him. Each shove, each movement, each jagged pull back pleasuring Coolkidd and sending the man into a world of suffering. he clenched his toothless gums together as he tried not to make a sound.

At some point he realized that the man passed out, but again, he couldn't care. He slammed in again, this time shoving the man's head to the wall, and began to fuck it like he would a toy. He then slammed the man's head to the wall, causing it to bleed.

Forcing it against the wall, he continuously slammed back and forth into the socket, moans and whines falling out of his mouth, as he sped up quicker. His asshole tightened as he pushed in deeper, and drool began dribbling down into the man's hair.

He shoved in deeper, and finally let go. His balls clenched and the man's socket was filled with a burning sensation. White liquid splattered everywhere, dripping out of the used eye, or what was left of it after the pounding.

Coolkidd pulled back and cleaned his cock using the man's unconscious mouth. The salty taste would've sickened the man if he were awake.

Then he looked over to the women who had puked. She was still sobbing, puke staining her clothes, the ropes, and her chin and mouth. It was such a gross sight.

Step by step, Coolkidd walked over to the poor girl. When he got there, he shoved the girl's face into the puke with his gross right paw and demanded her.

"Lick it. Lick it up clean and you won't end up like him."

Coolkidd was homosexual, so (and despite how most rapists aren't attracted to their victims and do it for power... meaning a homosexual would rape a woman and that has happened in history and modern times today... Coolkidd wasn't exactly different, but he just didn't want to.), he wouldn't actually do it. He, also, was still too sensitive.

Regardless, the girl began to lick, cleaning the floor sparkly. Green liquid with chunks, smelling rancid and rotten, covered her tongue and splashed around as she licked. The taste made her sick, her stomach turning. It was half-way through where she puked again. Vomit spilled out her throat and onto the area again.

"Failure."

She began to lick again. Coolkidd, not really caring, walked away. She continued to lick, out of fear and irrationality (which, here, is rational, because nothing is rational in war and torture). 

Coolkidd went to a second man. This time, he was just bored. Torture wasn't that fun once you had already released. Now, it was less... sexual, and so, more boring. What fun is there when you can't become one with the dead, and dominate it, resurrect it, be its savior? To kill and consume?

He pulled out the ak-47 he had tied to his chest from the battle earlier, and aimed it at the man's head... his sobs went silent as he just stared in shock.

"click!"

He pulled the trigger. A Loud bang rung around the bunker. The second man's head exploded. Smithereens covering the wall, floor, and areas around him. Pink brain fragments and gray matter splattered everywhere and his body dropped against the floor. Blood stained the wall and began to spill onto the floor.

"BOOM, hee-hee!"

He turned back to the woman, and walked over to her. She struggled, trying to get away, as she saw Coolkidd lift his paw, claws extended.

He swung and his claws tore at her face, blood pouring out of the huge wounds, and she sobbed into the fabric. The liquid flooded down her face and began staining the puke-stained clothes and ropes.

Coolkidd grabbed her hair with his clean paw and shoved her head into the licked-up puke remains, the impact breaking her nose instantly.

He lifted his boot and placed it against the back of her head. He could feel her trembling and yelling into the fabric, and it excited him.

Coolkidd pushed down with all the force he could, and a crushing sound was heard all around the bunker. The girl's head smashed into the floor and turned into mushy clumps strung together. Gray matter, pink brain remains, blood, skin stretched out, and skull fragments cutting through and launching away. Reduced to a corpse, she remained there, and Coolkidd moved on.

It was... a lovely sight. But now, that's enough.

...

Coolkidd was getting tired of this. He left the area and began climbing back up out of the bunker

Before he knew it, he was already at the military base putting everything away, then he was home. (Idk if i wanna finish this)

Coolkidd pulled out a bunch of letters from the box near his bed. Every one was a letter sent to Chairman Gonzalo by Coolkidd. He recovered them from Chairman Gonzalo's house after his unfortunate passing. Each letter had hearts and swirls and hammers and sickles on them, often ending in "long live the shining path!", it was a testimony of Coolkidd's love that never came true. Gonzalo would often respond back with professionally written, "mature", and strict letters, he always did. Coolkidd admired that about him, though, he admired everything.

From how emotional and strong he was back when they beat up and hanged dogs together, to his merciless demands and orders during the massacres that he participated in, it really did inspire Coolkidd to be how he is today. Where would he be without him?

He began to read some out, if not for the memory of Chairman Gonzalo, then for his own self.--

"Dear Chairman Gonzalo (my lord and savior <3),

I've had a lot of fun today with you! I know it's redundant to write about my day to the person I spent it with, but seriously, I haven't had so much fun in forever! Honestly, even though everyone always thinks you're so bad and scary and evil, I think you're one of the best, and kindest, people I've met! You've never even laughed at me, and you have dedicated your life for defending and saving the suffering people of your country, what evil man does that? I can't emphasize how much my life has changed since i met you, really, I feel like I'd be so lost (and probably dead) if I had never met you and came to this nation! Really, even though I am robloxian, I do truly feel Peruvian at heart, the people of Peru have nothing but my love from me. And... especially you! <3 <3 <3 I know you don't like me telling you but I'm serious, I really am, I love you! (platonically) (platonically) and I hope you, one day, feel comfortable saying the same to me. and too... LONG LIVE THE SHINING PATH!!!"

...Coolkidd remembered how stressed he had been, trying not to be too forward with Gonzalo, often having to erase words that felt too romantic or erotic. It was hard, sure, but he knew Chairman Gonzalo wasn't that kind of person. Not like his dad.

"Dear Chairman Gonzalo... <3

Even though I know you don't say it often, and you try to be distant, I know you like me too. Today, when we slept so close, I just wanted to say that i really liked it, and, if you're okay w I just wanted to say that you made me feel something that I've never felt before, really... I felt safe near you, and it was the best sleep of It was really nice of you to do, even when you knew it would be uncomfortable, because you didn't want me to sleep on the floor. I want to say, again, that I care about you just as much if not more, more than i know you as you care about me, and really, I lo depend on you so much more than you can know. You are my light, and, if it wasn't for you, I'd still be miserable. LONG LIVE THE SHINING PATH!!!"

That one, Coolkidd remembered, was the day after they slept in the same bed. Coolkidd could never admit to him that, really, he knew it had to be love at that moment-- before he felt it  the same, but he never really felt the way he felt towards Chairman Gonzalo to anyone else, and he thought it could've just been lust, like his dad... but no, that day, when they cuddled, he knew it was more than that, it was a feeling he didn't even feel while dealing with that piece of shit he called "007n7", so he knew it had to be love.

and... an unread one. Coolkidd never finished it, really.

"Chairman Gonzalo,

I know you don't love me but I can't k"

...

Coolkidd was beginning to sob, his eyes filled with tears as he dropped the letter back into the box. He didn't have the emotional strength for this. He had no life, he had no meaning, he had nobody to live for-- the only reason he kept going in this cruel world was because of Chairman Gonzalo, and now, because he knew it was what Chairman Gonzalo would've wanted.. the success of the Shining Path. He couldn't give up...

--Coolkidd put them back in the box and laid down in his bed. Honestly, he hated living like this.

Maybe it would've been better if he died instead of Chairman Gonzalo.

...

...

The next day, as the morning rose, Coolkidd began to wake up the same. He brushed his eyes, trying to wake himself up, and began getting out of bed. As he walked out the room, out the house, and to the army men all piling together and discussing the next attack, he felt tired. abnormally tired.

He began to speak with the men, discussing the next attack, and planning exactly what to do. They had agreed they were just going to burn the entire place down, claiming the entire village was under the delusions of the white, rich, anti-Incan class, and so deserved annihilation. Coolkidd didn't disagree and gave them permission, also giving them permission to take the young and the animals for themselves. He didn't care about them, he didn't care about anyone, nobody but Chairman Gonzalo.

"sure, sure' burn the whole thing down and take the kids, do whatever you want, as long as the Shining Path of Peru prospers and grows. Long live!"

They repeated after him, "Long live!", and scattered towards the Peruvian lands.

Big Brother Coolkidd didn't even care anymore.

as he looked around, he spotted a Chairman Gonzalo poster, his face huge and looking down at him. It filled his heart with a dread he has never felt before, the words "Glory to Gonzalo" under it being useless to cheer him up. Under the poster's stare, he began to break down.

Tears filled Coolkidd's eyes as he dropped to the floor, holding his head down as pathetic cries and sobs escaped his mouth. He couldn't look back at Chairman Gonzalo, not while knowing he's dead, it would break him to do so... 

He continued to cry his eyes out for a dozen minutes, each cry becoming weaker than the last as his voice began to die out, sobs were still audible but they eventually stopped. Coolkidd stared at the mud underneath him, made of his tears, and stayed expressionless. He couldn't just continue to cry, he knew Gonzalo was gone and that was it. Chairman Gonzalo was dead.

He got up, and stared at the poster. Coolkidd couldn't tell you if it was due to the stress, the sadness, or his guilt, but he began to talk to the poster as if it were alive, as if it were him. He reached an arm out towards the poster and began to speak

"it's... been so hard lately without you, Chairman. I've- I've ben continuing your legacy, really, And I've been doing good!- y-yeah. I, I really don't know how you do it- Every moment, I feel like I'm losing, and everything feels pointless- I know god hates me, I know everyone hates me, except the idiots who think I'm god-! It's tiring.. To, every day, to live as if you know what you're doing, to inspire the masses, the mass sheep herd biting you and tearing at you, and really, it isn't even the problem! Hell, i could do all of this, and do it again, I could give the best speeches, tell the best stories, plan the best attacks, and commit the best massacres, if only you were here with me! I don't- I don't fucking KNOW what I'm doing! I don't even know if any of what I'm saying is true, probably NOT, because I haven't even BEEN doing a good job leading! How the fuck can I be stressed about something I don't do, r- right??! Like, am I just that pathetic? I get stressed by something I don't even do, like- like what, a child? A fucking crybaby child like I was then, like I was wITHOUT you? IS THAT what I aM? I don't KNOW what I am without you, Chairman, LOrd, WHO AM I ANYMORE? I'm not these people's God, I am not a 'Big Brother', I am a pathetic miserable BITCH and I should've never- I... You would've understood. But you're dead. And the day you died.. I never resurrected, my heart shattered a thousand times over and I realized that, without you, I was nothing. The only thing keeping me alive, when I knew I was dead, was HATE. Hatred for the people who tore you away from me, who murdered you, who rid you of your beautiful life and left you rotting in that cell. And... I wish I was there for you, you and your perfect soul, but I never was. I was a horrible friend, I- and I'm an even worse leader! I couldn't even save you, and now I must save your legacy? Your path, your revolution, your people?! I- I can't FUCKING do this! I'- I'm not even... god, what do you want from me? I'm not perfect, I'm not Jesus, I'm not even you, I'm nothing but a mess, a pathetic waste of space, I'm just another shitty Maoist who acts like He's perfect when, really, I am nothing. I- I was lucky that you took me under your wing, that you loved me, and... maybe you did love me more. How could anyone else love such a pathetic mess like me? NOt- NOT EVEN I would LOVE ME..."

... Coolkidd didn't know what happened but now he was crying while slumped against the wall, still ranting to himself. His face fur was so wet, and his paws were too, the Poster was out of his vision.. he must have been laying next to or beneath it.

"...Did you ever just consider putting me out of my misery? I would've. I'm not... I'm not meant for this. I can't even handle myself. I'm... sorry that you met me, really, you didn't deserve.. any of this."

Coolkidd wiped his eyes, getting rid of any tears not absorbed into his fur, and began to walk away. Nobody will remember that. Nobody should.

Coolkidd can't be weak right now, people depended on him. Chairman Gonzalo depended on him.

...

Coolkidd began crawling down the ladder, and as his lower-paws hit the floor, he turned around and met the kidnapped humans, all tied up. The smell of rotting flesh, blood, and puke filled the bunker and Coolkidd didn't react. He calmly walked over to the first person he saw, a white blond man.

Coolkidd grabbed the utility knife from the floor and began to cut through the man's leg. He didn't care to look at and enjoy the man's suffering, he wasn't in the mood. As he cut the same area deeper and deeper, eventually hitting bone, Coolkidd just stared in apathy. He turned to the other leg, and cut deep. It was yellow and looked like maggots to Coolkidd, and took up a good part of his leg. Coolkidd set the knife again and cut another deep one into the same spot. The man cried out, Coolkidd ignored, and another cut hit the spot. Soon enough, bone again, after cutting through those disgustingly tough muscles. He had to make sure the faggot couldn't walk for this next bit.

Coolkidd began to untie the rope- the man fell but caught himself before his face hit the floor, Coolkidd used his opportunity to slit his right wrist in a swift and strong movement, cutting through the vein. then Coolkidd did the same with the left wrist until the man was forced to fall onto his face.

Coolkidd began to strip him naked, cutting through the clothes with the knife, he often cut the skin as well on "accident". As the clothes came off, Coolkidd stood up straight and looked at the lying-down naked fag with his wrists bleeding out and his thighs flooding with blood. Coolkidd stomped with all his might onto the man's Cock, which was hard, and he was sure it cracked from the sound it made and how it looked after. He didn't care.

Coolkidd stomped against the man's stomach, and watched the man groan in pain. Coolkidd got closer to the vulnerable spot, the belly, and took out his utility knife. he laid it against the man's belly, and, from the left to the right, made a deep and slow cut. It wasn't enough, so He made two more. Then, he saw the intestines.

Coolkidd Took a random curve on the intestines and pulled the stretchy and sticky organ all the way out to over his head. Then, Coolkidd wrapped it around the man's throat, and pulled the intestines around the man's throat to attempt to strangle him.

as the man gasped for air, Coolkidd let out a small snicker, but returned to his apathetic gaze. It wasn't long until the gasping for air stopped, and the man was dead. Without any care, Coolkidd began to go back up the ladder.

It wasn't as fun anymore.

---

Coolkidd got out of the bunker, and began to walk towards his house. It started to feel like the only place he ever goes at this point, ignoring some moments. He had a speech later today, but it was later, and Coolkidd didn't need to prepare. He knew they were going to praise him either way... He could probably kill himself up there and nobody would doubt him-- they'd probably follow after him, too! He hated how little personality they all had... Is this how Chairman Gonzalo felt near him? He... hoped not.

As Coolkidd got home, he shut the door behind him and ran into his room, closing that door, as well, behind him. He flopped on his bed, next to the Chairman Gonzalo body pillow, and turned around to face the ceiling. Temporarily, he got up to turn on his laptop and put on some random cutegore playlist or whatever to fill the silence.

Coolkidd looked down on the floor... and something shiny caught his eye. It was a boxcutter.

Coolkidd picked it up, sat up, and stared at his arm. The fur covered the marks but he knew they were there. He brought the Boxcutter down to his arm, lining it up with the usual way he cuts (he was very specific, a straight line at a 90⁰ angle, helped him feel like he was perfecting himself), and flicked it across his arm. It was a semi-deep cut, not as deep as he usually went but enougj to make him wince and feel sick at the sight of it. He didn't like looking at the cuts after, but of course, he didn't like a lot of things, and he liked cutting so (oh well).

Coolkidd lined the boxcutter up with his arm and the imaginary 90⁰ angle again, and cut another time, this time more lower down. This one was more shallow because coolkidd always feared cutting his vein and dying like an idiot. Coolkidd gasped as he slit, but really, it was mostly because he hadn't done it in a while.

He moved down to his thigh, and aligned his boxcutter with the imaginary line-- he focused a little more this time, and slowly ran the boxcutter across his thigh. It, too, was more of a "normal" (arbitrary category, as far as the cathedral is concerned, any cut is a cut no matter how deep, and they will punish you accordingly regardless of that.. so who cares? It's the intention that's de-facto a 'thoughtcrime', not the act.) cut than anything too shallow or deep. It bled, of course, but Coolkidd didn't tremble as much as he did with the first one.

Coolkidd was starting to feel weak.. he didn't do too many so it was probably that he wasn't used to bleeding like that since he stopped... or his body was still too small, after all, he wasn't exactly even a teen yet.

He did another slow, slightly deeper, 90⁰ cut against his thigh, the other one, and he shut his eyes after the cut- he didn't want to look, and with that, Coolkidd threw the Boxcutter over to his laptop, where it hit and bounced into the mess. He didn't care and still had his eyes closed, as far as he knew the boxcutter disappeared with magic or whatever.

Coolkidd's head felt even lighter as his eyes remained shut, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

When Coolkidd woke up, or more exactly, "became conscious of his awakeness", he was already out the door and headed to the national congress. The cuts stung as they touched the clothing and/or the fur, but Coolkidd endured and persevered.

Coolkidd got to the National Congress and had begun to shake the many Maoist fans' hands, before getting up on his stage and beginning the meeting with a speech. Coolkidd's body stung, truth be told.

"Dear Peruvian people of the New Democratic Republic, from I, Big Brother Coolkidd, to you. The struggle of the Peruvian people has been a long and harsh struggle between oppressed and oppressor, between Peruvian and pig, between Worker-Peasant and Capitalist, and now, it is reaching its peak! For far too long has this struggle gone on, and truly, for far too long has the shining path failed to truly achieve a Dictatorship of the Angkor!- but now and here, under Gonzaloism-C00lkiddism, under the party doctrine and the revolutionary Shining Path, do we find ourselves winning for the first time in history- The first Revolution to not fall into capitalist corruption, how glorious! The New Democratic Republic is not just another nation, it is not just another political border, it is a living, breathing, organic signifier of the possibility for the liberation of the Angkor, the national spirit, the people! For too long we suffer, and under the flag of the New Democratic Republic, we suffer no more, proving the possibility of true, pure liberation! We are not just winning a war, neither a battle, nor a fight, but instead, we are winning history itself and domesticating the wheel of history itself! History is now the playful pet mutt of the people, of the Angkor! Do you not feel Liberated yet, people? They, the Peruvian Politicians and Government officials, they see us as pests, as criminals, as the shit of the world... well they are wrong! We are the saviors of Peru, the glorious path to Honorable Greatness, to Communism, to UTOPIA! We will destroy ALL SUFFERING, and save this world from cruelty! Truly.... GLORY TO GONZALOISM-C00LKIDDISM, GLORY TO THE SHINING PATH, LONG LIVE THE ANGKOR!"

With that, Coolkidd began to discuss the actual doctrines of the shining path, any new modifications and additions to the ideology and the structure of the movement, the newest attack plans and military strike plans against mainstream Peru, and pay respects to the loss of the dear Chairman Gonzalo. The moment of silence lasted both too long and not long enough for Coolkidd, and he covered his face with his hat to hide his glassy eyes.

It was generally just another normal National Congress meeting, but it also signified a whole year since Coolkidd joined the Shining Path of Peru! And... a few months since Chairman Gonzalo's death.

Finally, Coolkidd asked for questions, and nobody raised their hands. Coolkidd asked again, and nobody spoke up, so he walked off the stage and left the national congress, finishing the meeting.

He was supposed to feed the hostages now, but... he preferred to let them starve. After all, "Those who do not work will not eat!", and, they ain't working if they're a hostage, lmao.

Today, anyways, he had to go capture Lima, the capital of the Mainstream Peruvian Government. The Shining path had been claiming it as theirs for a while already, and de-facto, they owned portions of it, but that wasn't enough... a full-blown takeover of the capital was necessary to truly strike fear into Peru. 

He began to walk to Lima, on lower-paw, because, again, he owned no car. With him, Coolkidd brought a Nail Gun, a Power Drill, and a wide variety of knives and ropes, in case he got more people to hold hostage. The Army, who had been informed at the national congress, should have already probably started their attacks... which, basically, is permanent, so Coolkidd had all the time in the world. It was an occupation, not just another attack, one that should succeed, and finally make Peru take us seriously!

Coolkidd continued to walk, through shining path territories and burnt down massacred villages, to Lima. It took him approx.- six hours to get there, and when he did, though he was twitchy and sleep-deprived, he began to enjoy the view of the ongoing chaos. Many soldiers of the People's Guerrilla Army were still shooting at the Mainstream Peruvian army, killing and wounding many in this war for the capital, arguably the most important area in all of Peru-- economically, at least.

Coolkidd entered a strange, empty house, and claimed it for himself. He dropped his backpack, spare the second utility knife (very useful!), and went back to the war-grounds with his ak-47.

On his left, he saw mass groups of politicians round up by People's Guerrilla Army men and shot, blood piling up in a giant puddle and pouring down some drain from the massacre. Children kidnapped, animals mindlessly murdered, every moral limitation was passed by the shining lights of Peru, those revolutionary bastards, the Shining path! Proles refusing to join the Shining path shot dead, screams filled the streets of Lima and every factory, bank, and private property was instantly destroyed with no greater thought.

MRTA soldiers ran into Lima, trying to stop the chaos, and were instantly shot at by the Shining path Soldiers, many dying in the first few hours. Coolkidd's dehumanization camps were really helping the soldiers overcome their humanly limitations, none of them slept at all nor had any moral complaints, and they never thought any thoughtcrimes, at all! The soldiers began mindlessly killing all non-shining-path soldiers present, knowing them all as foes.

The Peruvian Government, in a state of chaos (due to dictator stuff and politics still going on today), began to break down structurally and so, too, their armies weakened. Losing the capital would be the last straw... the Peruvian Government could not lose- and so, they hatched a plan.

..

Coolkidd stormed into the house of President Fujimori, along with 50 Shining path soldiers, and began to search it out for any trace of the family-- in order to execute those fascists (red fascists killing orange-and-black fascists, okay buddy, right.)! The soldiers began to split up, 25 on the first floor and 25 on the second, each door was checked by 4 soldiers as to prevent unnecessary losses. It was to be searched thoroughly.

Coolkidd found them, along with four Shining Path Soldiers, hiding in a bedroom. The Peruvian Military was on their way, but again, Coolkidd was not here for hostages. Pulling up his ak-47 at the family, Coolkidd didn't hesitate to begin shooting, and the gun began to rattle at the sound.

In a matter of seconds, the entire family was dead, and Peru's president was executed under Big Brother Coolkidd's iron fist.

Before he knew it, the Peruvian Military broke into the building and began shooting at every Shining Path soldier in sight, the four Shining Path soldiers and Coolkidd could not escape, and so hid amongst the corpses.--

"Shit! Quick, follow me."

Coolkidd slumped on the floor next to the body of Alberto Fujimori, pretending to be dead, as the other four followed his lead. Each one slumped against a body.--

As the military got to the remains of the Fujimoris, they noticed the extra bodies, and tried to take them into custody.

The four shining path soldiers began to shoot, and with great responsibility, urged Coolkidd to escape--

"Big Brother, jump out the window! Quick!"

Coolkidd jumped out the window and fell against the Peruvian grass, quickly getting up and running away. He saluted to the Peruvian soldiers before they were shot dead by the military, and escaped into the Capital.

As Coolkidd arrived to Lima's center, the war grounds, he began to yell, "THE PERUVIAN MILITARY IS COMING, FUJIMORI IS DEAD, PREPARE YOURSELVES!"

The soldiers heard and began to centralize into a proper mass force. As the Peruvian Military arrived, the People's Guerrilla Army began to tear through them using guerrilla tactics and centralized control and mass-line democracy. The Peruvian Military was torn to shreds five hours after their arrival.

At this point, Coolkidd was beginning to feel extremely, really tired, and the earth spun around him.

A Shining Path soldier came and grabbed him up, helping him stay awake, as he looked for a place for Big Brother Coolkidd to rest..

After a few thirty minutes of searching with a sleepy Coolkidd on his side, the soldier gave up and allowed the leader to sleep on his side, giving him the structural basis to remain standing in his sleep.

The war continued on, a few more soldiers surrounded and defended Coolkidd from any outside attack that could be, while the majority continued to fight against and occupy Lima. Houses began collapsing and the Shining Path Soldiers began gaining more and more power over Peru by the second... it seemed like they could've won.

Fire began to spread among the Fujimori house, and as the shining path army men, or at least a faction of them, stood in front of the front door, the military men inside were doomed to either be shot to death or burnt- obviously, many of them ran out the house and got shot, the remaining military men feared the gunshots and burnt alive in the house, as cowards. Shining path soldiers began to joke about and laugh at the dying military men, pointing out their cowardice or their stupidity and making fun of it. They chuckled amongst each other after each shot, after each kill, it all was the same.

Coolkidd, accustomed to low sleep, began to wake up, being met with the sight of being held up to stand and being surrounded by soldiers defending him, and for the first time in a while, he genuinely smiled at something not torture-related.

Coolkidd soon stood up and commanded the soldier, a grin still on his face as he tried to speak seriously, and succeeded, of course.

"Thank you all for your assistance, truly, but we must march on and help the other soldiers claim the Capital! Truly, thank you Comrades, long live the Angkor!"

The soldiers scattered and organized with clumps of the People's Guerrilla Army, slowly enforcing their claim over Lima and all their citizens. Propaganda and pro-Shining-Path works became distributed freely and even Coolkidd's books began common distributed books amongst the Shining Path Army men to the Citizens of Lima. Lima was slowly being converted into the true revolutionary path... the Shining path!

Coolkidd also began to step foot into the war, he held his ak-47 high and proud, and he smiled brightly, his sharp teeth reflecting a shine. As he ran through the Capital, he made sure not to spare a single enemy; he shot at any politician or rich-looking individual, he shot at fascists and far-rightists, he shot at leftists (who weren't of his kind) and "Marxists", and left in his wake a trail of blood. Every knockback almost threatened to push Coolkidd down, but he persevered and continued to rid himself of all enemies and reactionaries.

The Sun had turned up and back down again by the time that the Peruvian Military retreated, taking the biggest lost in all of Peruvian history, and the Peruvian Government started to break into fragments.

Different groups of all different sorts of ideologies and ideological structure began to appear, many if-not-all against the Peruvian Government, and so, Coolkidd's job was easier now. The internal issues was tearing Peru apart, and now, their Capital was gone.

It was looking bright for the Shining path, as the entirety of Peru began to crumble at their feet, at-- at Coolkidd's lower-paws. Chairman Gonzalo would be proud if he were here to see this...

Hundreds of thousands of Soldiers and Army men began to celebrate this special day, and it was declared a holiday by Coolkidd, ("The day we won"), as Peru began to fall into unresolvable chaotic rubble. Everything was falling apart for Peru, and so, everything was much clearer for the Shining path, and exactly what choice they must take..

Cheers and shots into the sky became a common audible occurrence as the soldiers partied and had fun amongst themselves, some soldiers kissed and some hugged each other, overfilled with joy, they took it out in the best way they knew! Coolkidd ignored how some of the soldiers were making out, and tried to focus more of the celebration.

This celebration of hope lasted for 3 hours. After that, the soldiers began to focus once more of the war.

After the celebration, the soldiers and army men began to invade both the north and south of the New Democratic Republic, planning on a total take-over while the nation was down.

Coolkidd stayed in Lima, finding pride in this takeover and honestly feeling exhausted from fighting, and he decided to walk around the area.

Coolkidd strolled down the sidewalk, and looked at all the sights... surprisingly, it felt empty without the yelling and cheering soldiers, and he didn't feel like it was really liberated at all with all this silence, more-so... dead?

Coolkidd thought to himself as he continued to walk down the path, staring at his surroundings in confusion, or some emotion of the sort. It was still strange to walk down these streets without fear off getting ambushed by some Peruvian military-man., and honestly, it made Coolkidd feel odd.

Coolkidd unconsciously, or even if he did it consciously it wouldn't make a difference in his reaction, grabbed the Ak-47 strapped around his chest and held it tight and readily. Honestly, Coolkidd was prone to violence, as obvious as that was, and he couldn't stand this lack of... anything.

Coolkidd noticed a pack of dogs on the street, fighting over a scrap of food, and at a distance, he pulled his ak-47 out and aimed it at the strays.. ("HEY, BUDDY!") with a pull of a trigger and the trembling (more-so seizure-like shaking) of a gun, the dogs were reduced to unbreathing bleeding sacks of meat.

It... didn't help Coolkidd's wants, but Coolkidd also didn't want to walk all the way to the bunker. That would just irritate him further.

Oh well. At least Peru was liberated. He won, after all. The Shining path won... Chairman Gonzalo won.

Long live the Peruvian Angkor!

ENTER:: -->|

///--> A Trial carried out by the exiled Peruvian government in the American state of [CLASSIFIED] after the CIA had captured Shining Path (and New Democratic Republic) leader "Big Brother C00lkidd", real name 'Coolkidd burner', son of Extinctionist Terrorist of Robloxia '007n7 burner'. In this Trial, Coolkidd is being charged with all the crimes carried out by the Shining Path under Coolkidd's rule, which includes but is not limited to the following:

≈3,000,000 individuals murdered under Coolkidd rule.

(with Chairman Gonzalo's rule (≈1,500,000), it totals to ≈4,500,000 deaths under the Shining Path of Peru)

≈3,000,000 cases of animal murder under Coolkidd rule.

(75% of which were abused before death. With Chairman Gonzalo's rule, it totals to ≈5,000,000 animal deaths and an 80% abuse rate.)

≈700,000 terrorist attacks carried out under Coolkidd.

(Chairman gonzalo carried out ≈300,000, making the Shining Path have carried out around ≈1,000,000 terrorist attacks in total)

Within the terrorist attacks, an uncountable number of Arsons, bombings, massacres (uncounted to the murder number due to inability to find corpses.. this likely means an increase in the amounts of murder under Coolkidd rule), assassinations, kidnappings, rapes, torture sessions, war crimes, human rights violations, and treason declarations, were experienced, witnessed, and reported by survivors of the Shining Path attacks, proving them to be guilty of all these crimes. They also commited cruel actions like boiling babies, hanging and beating dogs, and raping, eye torturing, and C&B torturing hostages for apparently no reason.

After taking over Peru and establishing the New Democratic Republic of Peru, Big Brother Coolkidd went on to enforce an anti-industrial primitive "Hyper-leap forward" and an "Eternal Cultural Revolution" that ended up killing around 1.4 Million Peruvians in total. This means that Coolkidd would be responsible for ≈4.4 Million deaths, and the shining path in general for ≈5.9 Million deaths.

These are transcripts of the trial that have been released to the public after the imprisonment of Coolkidd. The Shining Path continues to control and occupy the whole of Peru, now the New Democratic Republic of Peru, and carry out their maoist, "Gonzaloist-C00lkiddist" doctrines today. For this reason, visiting Peru has been banned in majority of countries, including Robloxia, due to it being unsafe. Only a few Countries recognize the New Democratic Republic of Peru, but de-facto it is controlling the nation and therefore the current totalitarian government, so the US has decided to begin creating plans to invade and liberate the Shining Path of Peru ((plot twist, they don't, because they need to go take oil fron the middle-east instead)). Books written by Coolkidd have now been redistributed and republished by known extremist publishing group, "Feral House" soon after his death, alongside Chairman Gonzalo writings and other Shining Path authors. Due to the fact that, at this time, Coolkidd is [CLASSIFIED] and so underaged, the youngest leader of a communist terrorist group ever, this had to count as a Juvinile Trial and so he could not be sentenced to death as originally planned. This shows a failure on the legal system's part to properly analyze the context of the trial and apply certain laws and rights based on not a general context but the specific history of the individual.

(COOLKIDD BURNER,

the accused party

vs.

THE EXILED GOVERNMENT OF PERU,

THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT,

THE ROBLOXIAN GOVERNMENT,

the accusing party)

.

June 1, 20xx

.

Examination was done by individual "John Doe", referred to as Mr. Doe in the Transcripts.

Mr. Doe is the Questioner here and has been marked with letter Q. Coolkidd, Answerer, is marked with letter A. Due to a lack of ability to get Coolkidd to cooperate in public Examination, it had to be done in private, though both parties understood it was going to be made public regardless.

Q. Okay, Coolkidd-

A. HEY. Respect my name or i'll SLIT YOUR THROAT.

Q. Ahem.. Big Brother C00lkidd, would you mind saying your full name for the record?

A. Coolkidd Burner.

Q. And that is... related to 007N7 Burner?

A. Unfortunately.

[Mr. Doe explains the procedures to Coolkidd in full detail. Due to a lack of dialogue from Coolkidd and the lack of new information present here, this is not released to the public but is guarenteed to have been explained properly]

Q. Do you understand the procedures?

A. Yes, sure, whatever.

Q. Co- Big Brother C00lkidd, do you understand the procedures?

A. Don't fucking change your tone at me. I understood your procedures, bourgious pig.

Q. Okay. What is your date of birth?

A. [Classified]

Q. So you'd be... [Classified], correct? Can you confirm that you are [Classified] years old, C- Big Brother C00lkidd?

A. Yes.

Q. ...

A. Yes, I am [Classified] years old. I would claim this to be irrelevant, and it is outside of the legal standards for "minors", but the procedures are biased against me.

Mr. Doe: Big- Big Brother C00lkidd, was the last statement necessary to add?

A. It was. I reject any attempt to define me as a part of the Child class, I am a Proletariat hero and find that the class of children are reactionary anti-prole oppressors who despise communism! I am not a child, I am a worker-peasant, and so, for the record, it is important the people know such things.

Mr. Doe: Okay, fine. I will continue on with the questioning.

Q. Do you understand that, by representing yourself in court, you are tasked with the responsibility of being your own lawyer and so cannot have a lawyer assigned to you by the state?

A. Yes, I understand. The state is biased against me. Lawyers are biased against me. I can only trust myself to represent me accurately.

Q. Okay. And are you aware of what you are being charged with?

A. De-facto or De-jure? I know both.

Mr. Doe: ...fine.

Q. Both, I'd like to hear both.

A. De-Facto, I am being imprisoned, and I would be executed if it were not for my youth, for being a Revolutionary Leader of thr Peruvian people, leading us to a Utopian vision of the future where Oppression is ended and we are free from capitalism!

Q. ... now, "De-jure".

A. Leading a "Terrorist" Group that violates human "rights" and commits war "crimes".

Q. So... you are aware of the massacres carried out under you?

A. The purges? Of course.

Q. And... are you aware that Chairman Gonzalo, though not as deadly as you, was also a terrorist who violated human rights and commited war crimes?

A. ...Yes, according to "morality", but he was still a true revolutionary leader who led the masses towards revolution.

Q. You are aware that he tortured people your age, and brutally massacred creatures similar in appearance to you, correct?

A. He... The child and animal classes are reactionary and opposed to liberty, it is a requirement. I am not a child nor an animal as you suggest, and I would appreciate you not implying such things to be a defining feature of myself, or a feature of myself at all.

Q. ...When did you find out about the shining path?

A. At 007n7's computer when I was [Classified], at [Classified] in date. I was not indoctrinated, groomed, nor did i have any experience with a shining path member at that point. Any myth about me being a "victim" should be ended here.

Q. You are aware that you were really, VERY close to Chairman Gonzalo at that time, yes?

A. Are you trying to imply he groomed me?

Q. I am simply trying to-

A. He was far too distant and, really, only I could talk back against him out of any maoist. If I am groomed, then every maoist must be being raped by Chairman Gonzalo!-

Mr. Doe: please do not say that so casually-

A. And really, if anything, 007n7 was the one to normalize violence, I simply decided to use it for my goals, as any powerful individual does. You people just underestimate my power.

Q. Okay... and, while you were friends with Chairman Gonzalo, had he ever forced you to do anything you didn't want to?

A. Quite the opposite, the man seemed to fear ever showing any affection. He was a sensitive and fearful man hiding behind a cold act, and really, it was cute, lovely even, but it was also irritating at times. For anything more than a handshake, you'd have to plead the man to step out his comfort zone. And again, stop implying such disgusting things about Chairman Gonzalo.

Q. You... what else have you done with Chairman Gonzalo?

A. Nothing sexual, clean your brain... or I'll do it for you.

Mr. Doe: Was that a threat?

A. Yes.

Mr. Doe: Okay...

Q. Are you aware that both You and Chairman Gonzalo are subjects of a Cult of Personality in your movement?

A. Of course, but it is only for a palingenetic push towards the revolutionary path of peru, nothing like Stalin as you are trying to imply! The only Lord of the Shining Path is the Angkor!

Q. What... is the Angkor?

A. The National Revolutionary spirit, soul, and mass of the people. It is all that the Peruvian Worker-Peasants are and stand for. I could not tell you, really, and exact definition.

Q. ...are you aware that Pol Pot commited one of the worst genocides on the face of the earth?

A. Western misinformation.

Q. Okay... are you-

A. Stop saying "are you aware" at the start of every question, just ask me normally. It's annoying.

Mr. Doe: Fine. Anything else?

A. Oh, and no saying "Okay" and going silent, either. Do that again and I swear we'll have problems.

Mr. Doe: I will go back to questioning now, if that's fine with you.

Q. Were you influenced by the ideas of Pol Pot, Mao Zedong, Chairman Gonzalo, or any other maoist during your rule in Peru?

A. I was inspired by Pol Pot, Mao Zedong, Chairman Gonzalo, AND any other maoist that I have ever met, read about, or seen during my "rule" in peru. I am a Maoist.

Q. That answers my next question... so, do you believe you are entirely responsible for everything that happened under your rule?

A. I believe that all my actions are mine and not anyone else's. I also believe I am entirely justified in all of my actions and have only ever acted in favor of the proletariat against all reactionary classes.

Q. How many people would you say you have killed?

A. I'm not answering that on the basis of any answer given being incriminating and untrue on my end, and so the question is a trick on your part.

Mr. Doe: Fine. The examination is over. Big Brother C00lkidd, you are dismissed from this room.

A. Finally!

Trial historical documentation------>

At first it was to be broadcasted. The trial went normally, the judge read out the supposed crimes of the accused and the court began to speak about it. It was cut short mid-way when Coolkidd had yelled out "Long live the New Democratic Republic of Peru" and jumped onto the judge and violently disfigured them. The judge was rushed to the hospital and ended up not dying, thankfully.

After that, a second trial was held in private away from tv broadcasts and news reporters, where Coolkidd was sentenced with ≈5,621 life sentences in jail, aka De-facto his entire life would be spent in jail.

After this, he was arrested and sent to [CLASSIFIED], where he will spend the rest of his life. The New Democratic Republic of Peru is now being lead by someone under the name of "Chairman Jose", and is continuing the Gonzaloist-C00lkiddist doctrines without reform in Peru. June 1 is now a national holiday in NDR Peru, celebrating 'Big Brother C00lkidd''s rule of the shining path and the founding of the New Democratic Republic of Peru. As of now, I cannot tell you how the future of Peru goes, since it has not ended. I guess the Shining Path may as well be immortal. Coolkidd may be smiling in whatever solitary containment he's rotting in right now, like the pathetic success he is. Burn in hell.

EXTRA::---<| --

note::

Dub-canon ending:

Coolkidd pressed the trashy knife made of different things he found around his cell against his neck, and took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't escape this hell, he knew that the Americans would keep him here forever, but he didn't have to stay here alive.

With a swift yet hesitant movement, Coolkidd slit open his throat and choked as his blood began to spill both inwards and outwards, staining the floor and Coolkidd's pretty (yet stained and unwell) red fur. He fell fowards as he lost his power and began to drown in a puddle of his own blood.

Coolkidd tried to laugh, to mock God for this display of cruelty, but not even that did he have the will for. He could only let out a weak smile in his suffering.

Then, he passed out.

Guards entered the cell later in the day and, unsurprisingly, responded in apathy. One guard left to tell the higher-ups the good news, while another walked off to a nearby cafe. A third guard called the janitor, then walked away.

A few days later it would hit the news. Most people didn't care, many even celebrated, but it hit hard for the Peruvian masses. On the day that the news his peru, a great emotional wave of depression was ignited and morale was as low as ever, leading to the Chairman at the time to try and successfully start a cult of personality again to fulfill the masses' craving for authoritarian cult-worship of undeserving dictators.

Coolkidd awoke in a prison with a white adult man with a blue book in his hand by his side -- however, outside the cage. The white man wore black long pants and a white turtleneck shirt.

"So, you must be Coolkidd, yea?"

Coolkidd tried to yell back, but his mouth wouldn't open. He clawed at it and began to try to tear open his flesh for a new one--

Coolkidd impaled the flesh where his mouth used to be with one claw, specifically the left side of the former mouth, and began to carve to the right side. Or, he would have if-*

--but he was stopped by the cracker instantly.

"No... no buddy, you don't get it, you're in spirit prison! You can't commit sin here nor self-harm!"

...Coolkidd stared, confused.

"I have to read you our holy scripture until you repent of your sins and get your own planet as a 

END OF DUB-CANON ENDING.

Non-canon ending:

"IF WE CAN'T LIVE IN PEACE, LET US DIE IN PEACE! THE ANGKOR OF PERU HAS FINALLY REALIZED THE SOURCE OF IT'S SUFFERING: LIFE ITSELF! COMRADES, BROTHERS, SISTERS, LET US END IT TOGETHER AND FOREVER BE IN PEACE! 'TILL DEATH DO US PART!"

Coolkidd screeched down at the people below him...

Coolkidd picked up a shotgun and brought it to his head. He spoke again, "EVERYONE, IT IS TIME TO GO.", and the Shining Path members mindlessly and, like any other cult, followed his lead. The children and animals and adult humans who were unwilling were brought away to a wall with the Shining Path's firing squad, and the ones willing put their finger on the trigger without question

Some shot too early and their heads splattered into a mess as their bodies collapsed to the ground. The members ignored the corpses, as Coolkidd continued.

"WE ARE THE REVOLUTION, WE ARE THE OUTSIDE, THE ESCAPE AND THE ETERNAL FLAME OF DESTRUCTION, WE ARE THE END AND THE END ENDS WITH US!"

Coolkidd's breath spiked and he hesitated his suicide attempt, his finger almost pulled the trigger but he froze in front of the masses, and now looked pathetic. He looked like a doe frozen in fear... He took a swing of vodka, wiped his mouth with his arm as it burned down his throat, and yelled out again

"JUST SHOOT AFTER I'M DEAD! I AM YOUR LORD!"

Coolkidd shut his eyes closed tightly and forced his finger down the trigger, and his head split right open, opening up for all to see the delicate and beautiful defiled secret organic structure that defined his being, his face, and head. He launched up slightly from the gunshot (a natural occurrence when shot) and limped down to the floor as he bled out all over it.

Hundreds of Dozens of unorderly, chaotic, and unharmonious gunshots went off as members began to off themselves right where they stand. Firing squads, done with the executions, began to shoot each other to add a bit of pleasure to their suicide, and many members said small Shining Path sayings and quotes before shooting themselves.

before the moon rose, the entire shining path had been dead, and Peru was in ruins. This had been the largest mass suicide in human history, and the world was too stunned to even either celebrate or be repulsed by it, it kept them in a nihilistic, voided paralysis. It was over.

(past)

It was another National Congress, another year, and everything was devolving into madness. America and Robloxia, in their interventionist phase, had decided to invade the New Democratic Republic of Peru, starting a conflict that Coolkidd could not win. Every second of this war had been stripping him of his sanity.. He became more paranoid, started seeing things from the corner of his eye, he began to simply not sleep ever and ate very little due to a lack of food. He killed all his hostages and was now alone. His house, too, was bombed, and now he basically had nowhere to rest.

Coolkidd, this national congress, had started with a simple recap of recent events. He meant to continue on into the Shining Path's solutions and beliefs, but in this recap, he had begun to vent and rant about how horrible this situation was.

A bottle of vodka from Chairman Gonzalo's old friends trying to convince him to drink was left on the alter, and without hesitation, Coolkidd picked it up and took a big gulp. It hurt, badly so, and Coolkidd let out a choked cough and slammed his paw on the table from the sensation, before yelling out again.--

"TO HELL WITH IT! IF CHAIRMAN GONZALO CAN'T LIVE AMONG US, AND WITH US, AND WE CAN'T LOVE HIM< THEN IT'S NOT EVEN WORTH ANYTHING!"

The crowd went silent.

"WE SHOULD ALL JUST DIE! NOTHING AWAITS US ANYMORE! AMERICA AND THOSE ROBLOXIAN SCUMS WANT US DEAD, THEY WILL MAKE US EVEN WORSE THAN DEAD, SO WHY MUST WE LET OURSELVES BE TORTURED? IT ISN'T A FUCKING COWARD'S WAY OUT, IT'S BASIC SELF-RESPECT, AND YOU KNOW IT!"

Coolkidd took another gulp of vodka and puked all over the alter. His last string snapped at the feeling of being so violated by a liquid from inside him, his entire face, nostrils, and throat burned, and the alter was ruined.

Coolkidd took the shotgun out from the military strap (from his shoulder to his waist) and shoved it against his head, and yelled. "YOU EITHER DIE A REVOLUTIONARY OR LIVE A PATHETIC PIG UNDESERVING OF LOVE AND RESPECT! DIE FOR ME, FOR YOUR LOVE, FOR THE ANGKOR!"

Some in the crowd began to cheer, while most kept silent. The number of those cheering began to increase as peer pressure and sunk cost fallacy began to kick in, and people realized that they had wasted their entire lives on an utopia impossible, a lack of any possibility or reality, and were now going to be tortured and massacred by "anti-fascist" Fascist hell-hole ultranationalists. They realized they had no choice.

not before long, everyone was cheering, and a drunk Coolkidd continued to spill out suicidal bullshit as he threatened to end his life here and now.

-

-

The sight of the mutilated head of the corpse, now leaned against a wall, surprisingly no longer scared Coolkidd. It felt... natural, attractive, and cute. The way that thing, formally called Coolkidd, was now a corpse leaning against the wall with its blood old and rotten, its flesh falling apart, and its head torn open and deformed. The way Coolkidd's eye was launched out of him at the gunshot, and his skull shattered apart, the way his corpse was vulnerable permanently and could not do anything to defend nor protect itself from rot and decay, he was dependent. He was dependent on HIM. Coolkidd loved that in a corpse.

Coolkidd moved his face closer to the Corpse's lack of one, and stared deeply into its rotten eyesockets. 'I love you, Coolkidd! I need you!', Coolkidd imagined his corpse say, 'please... just kiss me one last time before you have to leave!'. Coolkidd stared at the corpse's torn-open mouth, the half of it was lost to the giant mess that his head became after the gunshot, and the other half, still fine, was rotten and full of moving things. Coolkidd had become a home for someone... he was envious.

'I need you. Coolkidd, I have nobody else in my life, and I can't even take care of my own decay, I need you to save me from this life!', Coolkidd shushed the corpse as if it actually said that, and his lips got closer to the Corpse's "mouth" (if you can still call it that).

Coolkidd kissed the corpse, if only for a few minutes, and explored its mouth. Maggots, of course, and the taste of rotten meat. Saliva poured out of Coolkidd's mouth and out of the corpse's through the giant wound that the mouth connects to, and Coolkidd couldn't recognize any human terrain in the corpse's mouth.

Coolkidd pulled back, a string of saliva extending between the two bodies' mouths, and looked back at the corpse. Coolkidd got closer again, but this time, his mouth extended open.

The sharp teeth impaled the Corpse's pitiful remains of its head, and Coolkidd began to close his jaw against the Corpse's meat, crushing and breaking and chewing up the rotten flesh in the process. He let go and tackled the corpse, shoving his head into its meat and beginning to devour it. He thrusted against the corpse's leg and began to grind against it, his hips shoving down on the corpse's crotch, feeling the rotten remains of a genital not move or twitch at all due to its old state. Coolkidd began to consume and consume the being's flesh, and pushed himself even harder into the corpse's crotch, his erection hitting and rubbing against the corpse as he continued to let himself go.

Coolkidd reached his paw down into his pants and pawed at it, gripping tightly. He slowly began to jack himself off, his hand moving back and forth as his hips began to grind into the hand instead, and he began to silently moan. It was short-lasted, however, as Coolkidd gripped hard and, purposefully, with his claws, began to mutilate his penis. He began to cut and carve through it, turning the cute thing of flesh into a (cute) masochistic display of pleasure, and each touch began to hurt unbelievably-so. Coolkidd ripped his paw out of his pants and began to grind on the corpse again, the more pressure the more painful as each contact stung and burned worse than ever before, mixed with the feeling of crawling insects and maggots entering his body through the wound... though it could just be his delusional state.

he began to slice and slit deep into the corpse, carving his name into its skin for entertainment and shoving his claws into it to see the corpse's lack of a reaction. He loved the incomplete feeling of becoming one with death, and with that, nothing at all, not any being, not any thing nor any nothing, just himself again. He looked back at the corpse's "face"... Looked like a mirror. Coolkidd drifted back down to the Corpse's neck and began to suck and suckle on it, usually parts the Coolkidd knew he was personally sensitive on through experience with 007n7, and let small bites on the neck simply slip through his mind and into reality. 

Coolkidd pressed down harshly against Coolkidd, a wave-shock of pain meeting his body and causing him to scream, as he began to want release from this corpse. Coolkidd bit straight down into the corpse's neck and tear out a chunk of it out of instinct from the pain, and without remorse nor justification (it was not instinct this time), he began to chew and swallow the rotten flesh.

Coolkidd got up from the corpse, and without reason nor another word, left. It was cute, the corpse, it reminded Coolkidd of an undead cat shota or something. whatever.

END OF NON-CANON ENDING

Bluudud becomes one of Bordiga's disciples and is brutally tortured for it by the Italian fascist military, but survives and partakes in the red brigades terrorist activities

or

Bluudud becomes a leftcom

happening in 2067-2069

uh yeah