You won't hear it much, but this is only because K/C-Anarchy stands within the peripheries, never being studied; never wanting to be studied, but lurking and doing it's things in mysterious ways, it can be considered just a kind of random blip usually that occurs within time of just friends moving around and protecting one another

K/C-Anarchy begins in 2186, or activates in that year, it travels back from the year 2022, another point by which it activates, and into the year 1923, going to the Yucatan peninsula to sit within the after-math of the Mexican revolution, finding the area to be suitable and reasonable for a place to stay. 

K-Calendric Time
Recorded Dates of K/C_Anarchist or K/C Involvement
K-286
K-122
K-23

Various icthiophidian-bug, mammalian-cats, lemurs, small fluffy guys insectoids, and whatever contributes to the cause of anarchy above all order; ultimate pandemonium of whatever the hell is going on, leak out, slowly infecting the past, straight out of the mutations given from iridium stank, engaging with that cryptolith and traveling across the earth; sometimes you'll hear about them in mythology, who says chimerias can't be anarchists?

They say within those jungles be something else, gilled, either horned, antaneae, outcasts, just something else overall, there's a reason for when u go into K/C-Anarch commune territory; the jungles of the yucatan, u might be finding urself disappearing at the speed of sound, lost within what you hear is a mix of oceanic gothic punk of all forms slightly with that pop, scene, and more, who knows what songs they play, they just seem to know a rainbow stands behind them, queer as all fucking hell, a hybrid mutation of sound fiction made and transversed across time; nomads of the future and past

If they dont got them speakers, bet you'll be hearing them beat on their drums or whatever object they can get their hands on making noise, noise, they love making that noise, ethereal and never the same, tappings into a chaotic power for individual desires of being themselves; love thyself they say, and a loving community will lay

{like eggs}
{{If ya dont love yourself, how can you love somebody else 
¯\_ (ツ)_/¯}}


It's said this settlement particurally lasted 30ish years till the cold war started to prompt further scientific investigation into general area began while increasingly built infrastructure to the yucatan was built to fuel further , clearings of paths for railways would start local encounters of hostility, various railroad workers would sometimes just "disappear", some rumored of the ancient Chicxulub taking them, leading various human workers astray into the jungles, turning them into something else or resulting in bloody fights; mostly because as the K/C's say because of the human unacceptedness of their ways, humans upon seeing a mutant hybrid would typically try to cause bodily harm or hurt one of them, they only wanted to hangout, have a place to live, and peacefully be there. Seeing their old homes be removed and slowly discarded only prompted them to either further retreat, or go back to the future with plans in plotting of taking it back; someday it's said that eventually cyborg mutants tapped into all layers of the spine, geared up and ready to protect their lands by which they resided on with their small communes will only slowly further arrive, like a science-fiction nightmare slowly leaking out into reality, to which not even the spanish would touch the homes of these demonic creatures, some spending nights praying to what they say is "God", exclaiming "Oh lord, what have I seen to be witness to!!!", old one spited

Sometimes fed aztec sacrifices in tales of great serpents, they say it's best to forget about the history of the K/C's, they call themselves the K/C's at least, u either hear K/C Anarchist or a general K/C, why K/C? Because, to them, true anarchy and pandemonium doesn't have a name, it's all just time_Chronos and Cybernetics, little buggers, magickal cyberneticistics wired with the void; wonder what comes of chaos they say, chaos is rather "they say" hahahahah for that is their way

Again too, sometimes they were simply just called demons, relating to the Maya word;

"Chicxulub"

"From Yucatec Maya language, where ch'ik means "flea" or "tick", and xulub' means "devil, demon, or horns"."

The particular settlement of 1923 consisted of the particular K/C Anarchists, K.512, Lopz, Kockz9,  Dic1zkczzztric52ckz, junpick, lけ ケ(ke)Z737, and a few other noteable names could be mentioned, but these are particular ones just being recorded as some other K/C's would rather not be recorded at all, knowing they void being happy with erasing at points, what matters most to them is the friends they make along the way; names mishmashes and remixes of all forms of cultures, blends, and amalgams these K/Cs particurally liked to call themselves the r1Figmesz, why? Particurally cause they just enjoyed the figs in the area, stragler figs common in the yucatan, mesz particurally because "meszz eat figz heeheheeheeh", they seemed to love laughing a lot and just generally having fun hahahahahah, to typically one entrapped in a controlled system of C, they might look at this "disorderly" chaos as something of "primitive", but instead, it wasn't much "primitive" at all these particular creatures,{{to the K/C's the word primitive means nothing}}, if only they knew where these times they cameszz mz z z z z z z z from, they'd understand what "high-tech" levels of sorcery they was workin on, not even christ has domain here """THEYZZZ SAYZZZ""", 

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RR_R_R_R_R_R__REMIXXXXXX, they worked in a mix of swarm, reptillian, mammalian fishy birdy plant buggy ways, mix of the previous animal kingdoms all across the earth to come into ones, multiplicities of many, the particular organization that can best be described here is again commune-like, work was play, not work, everyone would pitch in a parkkzkzktttt, problems still happened and sometimes the K/C's found themselves in fights, but when ur travelling across time just to fight against authority figures who've casted you out into a mutant alien sub-culture of hot body-heated carbon, mish-mashes of experiments gone-wrong, and more, what else do you have other than the same friends as alienated as you? We know the history of the past and what betraying ones friends is like; seeing it repeated within human history at times, and betrayed by fellow K/Cs, but to the K/C's, nothing gets them down, pushing forward and laying their eggs, a neo-lemurian tendenacy travelling with pessimism, but hope, just like travelling a desert for a place to stay, they believe one day peace will come to them, they do know their moments of peace, and moments of war, little buggers being all weird in the desert of time; all possible futures of constant war leading to the eventual desert, hazing, grazing, their cultures are always different, everyone might wear a different kind of clothing, might have a different form of personal paint; ironed tattoos from the dark arts, or anything more, who's to know! But particurally the r1Figmezxkktt here woudl see themselves with rectangles painted on their metal, sometimes painted onto the fur of their bodies, or sometimes reprented in dyed black fluid, if not these they consisted of spots, spirals that looked like rectangles, flowers, hearts, brackets, and asterisks, or sometimes too various japanese or chinese symbolism, wearing feathers from the local birds, too using their own feathers as garments mixed with black robes, tentacles tattered on them while being painted with crystal structures; branching across

The exact symbolism and more isn't known, but maybe someone will go back to visit them and help them out or generally visit them, they say their particurally helpful, the words of kttskrr are only spoken by which when times of defense, splitting, or more occur; which is only part of their ways; war to them, just like work is play, for the dead are loved anyway, remembered to them within cthell, knowing soon to see their friends again in the future, a time to give em another hug, staying strong no matter what for their friends still, loving despite heresy and splits, love is final, but so with hate, but their hate is never for each other except those who betray; but the various oppressive mechanisms locked on time by which they slowly work to split apart as the K/C's travel further and further into the past and make homes for their groups of mutnat hybrids to live together, playing their songs of all forms, blasting basses, smashing drums, fingering lutes like "ye old medieval", singing hymns, saying mantras, and more, all vibrations to them; simply just the chaos way, te chaos, the way

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