MOFOSTAN

Chapter Three: Death Cards Kyle ran up to his friend. He glanced at the draft card on Kenny's hands and his pained expression. "Oh God, Ken… I'm so sorry." Kenny chuckled sadly, much to Kyle's confusion, and stretched his hand, holding the draft card, towards Kyle. "It's me who should be sorry, kid." Kyle felt a sudden punch of fear collide with his stomach. "W-what?" He felt himself grow pale and the world tip over. "Why are you giving me your draft card, Ken." It couldn't have been, right? "Because it's not mine…" Kenny finally said. Kyle glanced at his house. "Stan's in there, right? This is his draft card, right?" Kyle look

Chapter One: Assisted Suicide Two years had passed and it was now 1967. Cartman stomped to the top of his stairs irritated and anxious. He ended up creating another dimension of chaos in his room looking for his cap to wear with his gown for graduation. "God dammit!" He muttered under his breathe. "Where the heck is that thing?" He suddenly heard his mother arrive home from work. He trudged downstairs nearly trampling her. "MAAAHHMM!" He screamed desperately down the way. "Aw, what's wrong with my little poopsikins?" She said as she took off her coat. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAP FOR GRADUATION!" He yelled, green in the face with anxiety. H

Chapter One: High School Kyle Broflovski smiled towards his group of friends as he approached them with his lunch. They waved back, except for Eric Cartman, his sworn enemy. He sat down next to his best friend, Stan Marsh, and his other good friend, Kenny McCormick. That was their small group. They all had various other friends, but these four were really something. They were stuck together like Elmer's glue since they were in diapers, and no one or nothing could tear them apart. They were all planning to move to one place together, since they were in elementary, and go to college there. They knew, since the moment they all agreed to be frie