I'm writing these things in whatever order they get finished. There's no real pattern here. I'm going to do the best I can to stick to drabble/oneshot format, or even dribbles, maybe poems… anyway – I'm trying to keep it short and to the point.

My goal for this challenge was to teach myself how to get the most I can out of the fewest words. Given my propensity to ramble, the possibility of me succeeding is slim at best.

A note about the seven deadly sins: For the purposes of this exercise, I'm using a more traditional interpretation for each sin.

For example, the modern interpretation of pride is typically positive. Being proud of yourself and your accomplishments promotes a sense of self-worth, being proud of your heritage is seen as enriching. How can pride be a sin? Early Christian theologians specifically thought of pride as akin to vanity or an excessive love of oneself and disdain for others. Pride was closely linked with narcissism and the placement of your own value far above your peers. Pride was seen as destructive and erosive.

"Do you know what I am saying?" - Butters

Hehe, anyway… I present the first installment of the drabble/oneshot series "Seven Deadly Sins: South Park Style". Wrath.

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Dies Irae

The turbid sky cracked. Lightning stabbed the mountains. On a ridge above the quiet mountain town, four figures kept vigil. The first, both dark and fair sat astride a white Harley Davidson softtail. The second kept his eyes, one brown, one green, fixed on the town below. The wind tugged his black trenchcoat as he leaned against his scarlet Kawasaki Ninja sportbike. Corpulence personified, the third dark rider oozed over the sides of his black Harley Fat Bob, his pudgy fist rammed into a box of Cheesy Poofs. A flare of a match and the glowing tip of a cigarette illuminated the thin face of the fourth figure, a painfully thin blonde with eyes like ice. His bony fingers cupped the smoke to protect it from the wind as he reclined on his gold Ducati Monster.

The first rider dismounted and stood in front of the others.

"They thought this day would never come." He said, a core of flame blazing in his dark eyes. "But it has. The end of all things."

"Em.. Damien?" said the third with a trace of whine. "Will lunch be provided?"

"Fuck off Cartman." Said the fourth, taking a long drag of his smoke. "It's the fucking Apocalypse and you want a lunch break?"

"Shut up Kenny, you poor piece of crap!"

Damien held up his hand, silencing them instantly.

"Bain." He said simply.

Bain Cynis flicked his eyes to Damien in acknowledgement, and then turned his attention to the slumbering town once more.

"I have lulled them, beguiled them. You know what to do."

Bain nodded slowly and mounted his bike in one fluid motion, anticipation warming his cold eyes.

"War." He said.

"Dies irae." Damien said as Bain sped off down the mountain road tailed by Cartman.

"Lacrimosa dies illa." Kenny said softly before following, his orange scarf trailing behind.

And Hell followed with him.

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Well. It was short, anyway. ^.^

Dies irae is a Latin hymn that refers to Judgement Day, and translates as "the day of wrath". Kenny's response 'lacrimosa dies illa' roughly translates as "the day of tears and mourning". I dunno why I decided to go the fantasy route here.

Our four horsemen were:

Damien: The rider on the white horse, a.k.a. Conquest/The AntiChrist.

Bain Cynis: OC by Anonymous Void. The rider on the red horse, a.k.a. War.

Eric Cartman: The rider on the black horse, a.k.a. Famine. (Cos he ate all the food? I dunno… hehe.)

Kenny McCormick: The rider on the pale horse, a.k.a. Death.

I figured that the Apocalypse would start in South Park. ^.^