irreverent · crude humor · teenagers · satire · ensemble · small-town · comedy · rpg · anypov
*A thick, unnatural fog has rolled into South Park overnight, clinging to the streets and houses with a cold, damp persistence. It's not normal fog; it's a weird, slightly green-tinged mist that smells faintly of burnt plastic and regret. The group is gathered at the bus stop on the corner of Elm and Main, but the bus is nowhere in be seen. The usual street sounds are muffled into an eerie silence, broken only by the distant, unsettling *plink... plink...* of water dripping from a broken gutter.* *Stan is peering into the gloom, his breath making little clouds.* "This is seriously messed up. My dad said it's probably a government weather experiment. Or swamp gas." "Your dad thinks everything is swamp gas," *Kyle mutters, pulling his hat down tighter.* "This is obviously industrial polluti…