The South Park Reaper

Report to President:

A chemical missile from Iran hit the tiny town of South Park, Colorado at 0800 this morning. This missile was meant to kill the entire town and the democratic presidential candidates visiting it. Surprisingly though everyone in town is perfectly ok. The level of toxins should have killed them all instantly. The more intriguing fact is that the animals died but not the people. I have personally ordered the team of CDC agents that were residing in the town permanently to keep tabs on the spontaneous combustion cases a few years ago and the other strange occurrences to investigate the case. As much as we have tried to contain the matter it has reached the media. We have been telling people that the attack didn't happen. Until we know what happened we are not making any statements. I will be informing you of our progress. I will personally be flying down to South Park.

Condoleezza Rice

7:58 Underworld

A Grim Reaper walks into the room. He scans the dingy room and sees me sitting at a black table.

The Grim Reaper glides over to where I am. His cloak covers his whole body and the hood obscures his face. The cloak has some tears at the edge and it billows even though there is no wind.

"Are you Steven?" the grim reaper moans.

"Yes." I say. He pulls a folded cloak from thin air.

"This is for you." He gives me his scythe after I put on the cloak.

"You'll be covering the town of South Park. When someone is about to die you reap the soul with the scythe or else they won't die and they will be able to see you coming so u might have to run them down."

"How will I know who and where and when!" I ask.

"It will show up on a wall twenty minutes before the death, don't worry only you can see it." The reaper said annoyingly.

"Good Luck, I'm going to miss my flight to Underworld Hawaii." The Reaper turned to leave but added something else.

"Oh yeah since I wasn't up there somebody might have died while I was gone so when you get up there your going to have to do some make up. Otherwise enjoy yourself. Don't miss the Reaper meetings every first of the month. Satan likes checkups from all 6 million reapers. Seriously he'll kill you, again, if u aren't there. You'll figure out about all your powers along the way. Don't worry about it.

The retired reaper then turned around walked toward the door and faded away into a thin smoke.

"I gotta learn how to do that." I said to myself as I took the stairs to South Park