The apocalypse arrives, and my Traveling Frog System turns out to be parasitized by a Cthulhu larva.
When Ink Lump brought back a bloodstained pair of yoga pants in its beak, a gigantic eye from the stars opened in the blood moon.
"Ribbit! Old Lu, I just swiped the pants off that giant eyeball!"
I was horrified to discover that zombies were only low-ranking servants, while the froglet's backpack was stuffed with the limbs of the Great Old Ones.
