South Park: The Fractured But Whole Is a Better South Park Episode than a Game

South Park creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker learned the hard way that the overwhelming majority of licensed games are off-brand garbage. Five scathingly disappointing efforts marred the initial SP license, spanning from 1998 to 2012, and included attempts at a tower defense game, a kart racer and, most confusingly, a trivia game hosted by Chef. To inject the soul of a narrative across contrasting media, the creators needed to dive into the digital trenches with a development studio, sweating the scripts, dialogue trees and testing. And even more so than 2014’s Stick of Truth, The Fractured But Whole is a cat-piss-potent distillation of Stone and Parker’s irreverence.
Take the first challenging boss battle—and arguably the most difficult in the game, which occurs roughly a fourth into the 20 hours required to complete the main campaign. Your nameless avatar and two supporting characters of your choice storm the local strip club, The Peppermint Hippo. As part of the makeshift superhero group Coon and Friends, you pursue a dancer named Classi who has private knowledge about the town’s missing cats, linked to larger machinations and bacchanal parties that litter the neighborhood’s lawns with your passed-out parents. After spiking the DJ’s cocktail with semen and farts, your trio of 4th graders slink backstage to fight an endless parade of strippers who scratch and fling tampons. One dancer threatens to put you in her ass. Eventually, the formal boss emerges, the unstoppable, morbidly obese Spontaneous Bootay, who threatens to “crush you in my booty cheeks.” After fleeing Bootay and gaining intel, your team squares off against the waitresses of Raisins, a parody of Hooters’ force-flirting waitresses and generic wings. Once more, an overweight, scantily clad boss emerges, threatening to toss her mass on your player with an insta kill. She also threatens to stick you in her ass.
Fans of Parker and Stone should recognize these beats. Their 1997 sophomore feature film, Orgazmo, also included an obese woman crushing a play-acting superhero, dubbed with over-the-top provocations by Parker. After 21 seasons, it’s probably unnecessary to describe South Park’s egalitarian political incorrectness and blue humor. You know by now whether a parade of stereotypes mocking today’s headlines will make you chuckle. The game even lampoons micro-aggressions with a feature that allows the player to interrupt battles, punching enemies who use offensive slurs like “fag” or “pussy.”
But where Stick of Truth played more with the fantastic (if still incendiary) scenarios of ass-spelunking and fighting Chloe Kardashian’s aborted fetus, Fractured isn’t afraid to nudge its sights to social and political frictions. No storyline is claustrophobically topical. Parker, Stone and the developers at Ubisoft San Francisco are well aware that blockbuster games have a longer shelf life than 20 minutes of animation, and nothing will date a game more than headlines that will be eclipsed in two months. That said, police brutality fuels one of the major mission lines of the game, and characters select the difficulty of the game by choosing their avatar’s skin color. The theme climaxes with a monster clash inspired by horror literature’s most outspoken racist. And the game’s arch-villain, running for the town’s mayor, holds more than a few parallels to the current commander in chief, whether through cultural osmosis or not. Lines like “I’m gonna pass so many laws and fuck you so hard right now” resonate all the louder the week after Trump signed an executive order to gut Obamacare subsidies.
The most memorable moments of the game contrast the world’s loud, abrasive humor against the reality of kids trying…to be kids. Before heading into the final battle, one fleeting in-game social media message reads, “Dad, if you’re seeing this I love you. I’ll say hi to Mom.” It’s a JESUS Christ moment of sobriety that sings through the parade of fart and satire, all the more potent as it’s a fleeting, secondary message that exists for a brief moment of on-screen text. One character, the tank Captain Diabetes, goes into shock after running out of insulin, leaving you without any immediate solution as a convulsing child lays in front of you. If there was ever a blanket defense for the raunchiness of the material, it filters the most hyperbolic extremes of adulthood through the eyes of babes. The kids want you to know that the Emperor is never, ever wearing any clothes, and the whistle blowers are all the more believable when they show their vulnerability. Likewise, the most charming imagery combines lo-fi tape, tinfoil and velcro, grounding the fantastic with the painfully domestic. It’s empathetic…to fault. To revive your aforementioned dying peer, Morgan Freeman instructs your character to rewind time with a physics-warping fart, because of course he does.