"Is it supposed to do that?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Is it looking at us?"
"Yes, it is."
"RIBBIT!"
"Who's there?!"
"Is the frog leaping for us?"
"YES! No time for monologuing, let's go."
"RIBBIT! RIBBIT!"
"It's saying something about killing us!"
"Oh what a fine time to let us know about your sympathetic bond with amphibians! There's no one around to hear it anyway."
"RIBBIT."
"That's not from behind me."
"RIBBIT."
"Neither is that."
"Oh. I forgot."
"Oh what a fine time, eh?"
"Locals call this Frog's Grove. I call it Ground Zero."
"Oh why's that?"
HISS...
"There's a sound I thought I'd never get for another bajillion years."
BOOOOOM!!!
"See? Aptly named."
"This is Frog's Grove, right?"
"Yeah...oh. We're running straight into..."
"RIBBIT!"
HISS. HISS. HISS. HISS. HISS.
"That's a lot of hissing."
"Never thought I'd use this again either. Get near me!"
"WAH I DON'T TO DIE!!"
WHOOOOOOOSH.
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
