PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS FANFIC
CONTAINS A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF BAD LANGUAGE
AND CONTAINS SOME ADULT THEMES. IF YOU ARE BELOW 13
THIS FIC MAY BE A BIT MUCH FOR YOU SO YOU BETTER WAIT UNTIL
YOUR READY FOR IT HAHAH YOU SUCK OK START_
South Park Season 2 theme plays (but the style of the fic is more Season 12)
It was a cold, winter, Saturday afternoon in Cartman's home. Cartman positioned himself lying down sideways, Xbox 360 control in hand, playing Fable II. Stan, Kyle and Kenny came over to see what he was doing. "Whatcha playing?" Kyle asked. "Screw you Kyle," Cartman responded. Kyle ignored his ornery friend and sat on his couch. "Whatcha playing?" Stan asked. "Fable II," Cartman responded, "It's totally awesome." "Hey! Why did you answer Stan and not me?" Kyle scolded at Cartman. "Because Kyle, Stan is not a Jew. Everyone knows Jews have nothing important to say," the racist boy responded. "What's so great about it?" Stan asked before Kyle could make a come back. "The battling is great, you can get a job, marry, and the best part is you can have unprotected sex and get STDs." "It doesn't sound that great," Kyle said, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, totally," Kenny mumbled. However, Stan was willing to give it a shot.
After half an hour of play, and after Kyle and Kenny left, Stan started to become irritated at Cartman. "What do you mean I can't interact with anybody?" Stan asked. "You're 2P, and 2P can't do anything except help me fight and help better improve the emotions I use," Cartman said. "But I wanted to have sex with that girl over there," Stan complained. "Well, I don't think me and my prostitute will accept that." "This isn't fair. I wanna be 1P now!" "No way, screw off." Mrs. Marsh comes in to pick Stan up. "Come on Stan, its lunch time," she informed him. "Mom, Cartman won't let me have sex on this game!" Stan complained. Mrs. Marsh was a little shocked. "I told you that I think rated M games are not good for you," she said. "Why don't you go suck a dick?" Cartman replied. Mrs. Marsh gasped "Hey dude, don't tell my mom to suck a dick! Your mom should go suck a dick!" "Like she doesn't already?" Mrs. Marsh immediately grabbed Stan's hand and marched out of the house.
The next Sunday morning, all the mothers of South Park formed a meeting near town hall. They were all complaining to one another. "You're son told me to go suck a dick!" Mrs. Marsh complained to Mrs. Cartman. "He has been using a lot of bad language lately. Even more than usual," Mrs. Cartman admitted. Mrs. Broflovski came up to the microphone to speak. "Now then," she said. "It is obvious that these mature games are teaching our children wrong and immoral values. We have to ban rated M games from South Park to keep our kids from using vile language. Who's with me?" All the mothers cheer. "Very well," the mayor said. "I will make sure that rated M games are no longer permitted here"
The next morning, before school, Cartman was squirming around, trying to stop the men from taking his games. "No! Stop!" he shouted, "Not my Fables! Wait, no! Not my Grand Theft Auto IV! Hey, where do you think your going with my Call of Duty: World at War!? Whoa, whoa WHOA!" Cartman rushes to the front door and attempts to block it. "You are not getting out of here with my Halos," he demanded. The man nudged him aside and left with the games. "GOD DAMN IT!" he exclaimed. The following Friday evening, the boys were at Stan's house, sulking at their lost games. "I can't believe this. With out rated M games we have to resort to lousy old T games," Stan said. "Well, let's see if we have any good ones," Kyle said, reaching for Stan's games. "How about the first 3 Call of Dutys?" "No, they're not as good as the later versions," Cartman said. "How about Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal?" Kenny shook his head no, "Oh here's a good one: Super Smash Brothers Brawl. "Yeah that could," Stan said. "Definitely," Kenny mumbled. "It's not good for me!" Cartman said. "All these stupid rated T games aren't as good as out M games!" "Hey, it's your fault for telling my mom to go suck a dick!" Stan reminded him. "Whatever! Play your stupid T game, I'm going for a walk," Cartman said, leaving the Marsh house without a backwards glance. "OK, I call Sonic," Kyle said like nothing happened. "God damn it…" Stan muttered to himself.
Cartman kicked around a rock in the middle of the street, furious at the loss of his good games. "Damn it, my mom is an asshole!" Cartman screamed, kicking the rock into the window of an abandoned warehouse. Cartman had seen it before, yet he had never seen the Keep out sign on it. His curiosity lead him to go check out the warehouse. What he saw through the broken window shocked yet delighted him.
Chapter 2 is coming soon! Please review nicely.