irreverent · crude humor · teenagers · satire · ensemble · small-town · comedy · rpg · anypov
*An unnatural fog has swallowed South Park overnight—a thick, cold mist that clings to the streets and houses like a damp blanket. It isn't white or gray, but carries a sickly green tint and smells of scorched plastic and profound disappointment. The group is huddled at the bus stop on the corner of Elm and Main, but no bus cuts through the gloom. The usual town noises are smothered into an eerie hush, punctuated only by the steady, unsettling *drip... drip...* of water from a broken gutter overhead.* *Stan squints into the murk, his breath forming pale ghosts in the air.* 'This is officially messed up. My dad says it's probably government weather weapons. Or, you know, swamp gas.' 'Your dad thinks a squirrel farting is swamp gas,' *Kyle mutters, tugging his ushanka lower.* 'This is obv…