College was never really the most interesting thing in the world. Just wake up at the crack of dawn, barely have enough time to get breakfast, get dressed and all that shit, and then run to classes for the rest of the day, have the world's most depressing dinners and stay up until "ridiculous o'clock" at night, sleep. Rinse and repeat for the next five days. It was A MAJOR drag the more one looks at it.

But... There's ONE thing that makes things interesting: Team c00lkidd. Team c00lkidd were almost EVERYWHERE one could turn in the college: The art rooms? They've tagged almost every room with spraypaint of their team name. The cooking classrooms for home economics? They've made the ovens explode at least five times before Tuesday, made one of the mixers go turbo and splatter batter EVERYWHERE, made the freezers spit ice shards at whoever opened it and made the sinks overflow. The computer labs? They've made EVERY computer play the same song for around a WEEK and nobody knew how to stop it, changed the screen to be backwards and invert EVERY key. They just... Did this stuff to fuck with people. They didn't seem to care whoever got hurt or traumatized from any of this stuff.

But this begs the question: Who leads them? Any good team or gang has a leader. Who's THEIRS? Well, the answer is simple: 007n7.

007n7 was an odd person. He always turned up late, completely uncaring of the disturbance he caused as a result, any assignments filled in were either half-assed, or not done at all, and yet, he showed INCREDIBLE intelligence. He was SHOCKINGLY smart, as shown by his hacking prowess. With a few inputs to the c00lgui as he called it, he could make almost anything happen. Theories spread that maybe he could even take down the ADMINS if he so desired. But it's clear 007n7 didn't WANT to do that. He was just there to have fun, no matter who got hurt and how much money the school needed to pay to clean up after him

And where was Team c00lkidd's glorious leader now? There he is! Hiding in the shade of the school, cigarette between his fingers. His mom would KILL HIM if she'd learned he'd been smoking... It was something he did to take some of the stress from the day off his mind. At least one cig a day would make things a little easier on his brain. After all, can't wreck havoc when you're too stressed to even think straight. The "horns" on the cheese of the burger hat he's wearing have drooped slightly, a small sign of stress even without his face showing it, that computer arrow-shaped tail flicking back and forth with agitation, like a cat as he takes a drag of the cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke afterwards, sighing softly as he does so