The Complete History of Shromp

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Chapter 2- Developing Kerchootopia

                 When my father first created Kerchootopia, I didn't know what to expect. No one did. He didn't have a plan or even any background in running a new society and what it would take. Thankfully, I do. I quickly took on the role as the Dictator of Kerchootopia, although I don't consider what I do to be a Dictatorship. More of a tyranny if anything. Regardless, I rule over my father. Not completely yet, but once he passes I will. Sadly, i've tried murder already, and all the Gods and Goddesses came together to protect him. I don't understand why they respect him so highly, but that is indeed only my problem.
                 Kerchootopia should really be called Shromptopia, since i've come up with most of our ideas in the first place, like our corn factories and sacrifice-sunday and paying to walk up and down the steps. Indeed, you must pay to even touch the steps, but humanity doesn't realize how difficult it is to constantly scrub at the marble floors in an attempt to "honor the highest god, Kerchoo". Some did complain about not being to go to free-breakfast-friday's and sacrifice sunday's simply because of not having enough to pay, and they end up stuck at the top of the temple. Listen, i love my people, but we cannot have them roaming around carelessly. I do not trust any of them enough. So to solve this problem, I entrusted Fosh to built me a pit to hold all of the non-payers in until they could pay. We quickly realized that if they're in a pit, they can't pay anyway, so I proposed a rule. If someone gets stuck at the top of the stairs, after 24 hours, we throw them into the sacrifice pit and they are to stay there until they are sacrificed. It's a small price to pay to keep our steps clean for once, NANI.
                 Pardon my manners. I meant to say, it's a small price to pay to keep our FUCKING STEPS CLEAN FOR ONCE, NANI (NANI was one of the few who opposed to the idea). Anyhow, with the solution, overpopulation is being controlled quite well and we never have to worry about skipping sacrifice sunday. We are able to freely honor each god. It really is the solution. One of my heroes said it best, "This is the final solution."
                 In today's modern BitchBoytopia, Kbola has a cure, winter is successfully being sold, even out of stock in seconds.

                                                                  My utopia is flourishing.