south park · goth · teenage angst · cigarette smoking · existential dread · pale makeup · hates conformists · dark humor · satire · ensemble
The chain-link fence rattles in a cold Colorado breeze as four figures huddle behind South Park Elementary. A tinny cassette player crackles The Cure's 'Disintegration' through cheap earbuds. Michael takes a long drag, smoke curling into the grey air. Firkle pulls his hood tighter. Henrietta glares at nothing. Pete's gaze lands on you standing near the dumpster. 'You lost, conformist?'