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Within an age of AGELESSNESS, the frogs came from a boiling soup of prosperity. They grew lanky limbs and began to stand like men do. They started growing grass on their chest after drinking coffee. It became a staple of their society to drink the bean until their hairy graves. They formed the Pad Clad Clan, and fought among other clans within their culture. The clan swelled in size and begot scientists and philosophers. After the absorption of their enemies, they decidedly designated a document of freedom, "The Free Ranoid", to create permanent rulings for a new nation they wished to establish. This document was created by the philosopher, Aristoadle, among his pupils and cohorts. They set up a system of rule where the cities had their own policies that could not be overruled by the nation. The Free Ranoid established power-boundaries for balanced life to allow the most liberty and happiness a frog could enjoy.
Lo, the Goblins were espied by our scouts upon the borders of Frogonia, and were made our adversary from the first. In the days when we were but a fledgling colony, we took up arms against the Goblins. In those times, they stood alone, without an alliance. They did plead for peace, and we answered, “Peace shall be granted only if thou joinest The Meat Men.” Yet, out of pity, we made peace nonetheless.
And it came to pass, as time did flow on, that the Goblins joined themselves unto The House, a disordered band of slothful fools. We provoked the Goblins once again, knowing full well they had grown in strength. Their alliance descended upon us like flies, seeking only to threaten and not to return our challenge in earnest. We yielded, deeming our victory uncertain.
A week hence, we found ourselves under a cunning assault from 99A, a vile confederacy of nations, and lo, the Goblins laid an embargo upon us, sending forth this taunt:
“Behold who suffereth now, verily, lmao.”
Verily, had we destroyed them in the day of our first assault, I am certain they would have scattered their kin forthwith. And thus, let this be the reason for my vengeance.
In the days that followed, I became beholden unto a nation of goats, the Caprae, and in their debt, we rose up against The House as a covert band, driven by a lust for spoil. Yet many among our number were unseasoned in the art of war, or, in fear, fled from the fray. The battles we waged brought more loss upon our nations than the plunder we did seek. At the end of this blitz, the Goblins, in all their cunning and malevolence, seized upon the moment, whether of their own accord or by command, to strike mightily against fervent Frogonia.
They did blockade our ports, even after we entreated them to end our suffering swiftly. Nay, they left us to linger, as our provisions of food and munitions dwindled away. Our people drew near the brink of famine, and only then did the Goblins bring forth our final defeat. There was a season of peace thereafter... yet the wrath of the Goblins was not quenched.
Not long after, certain nations from the Goblins' league deemed it fit to strike at us once more. We battled with all the strength we could muster. Long and arduous was the struggle, yet we emerged from it, coming to a solemn realization: the land of Frogonia was not crafted for strife, but for the ways of peace.
Though we stand alongside our alliance in times of war, we toil mostly in the mines, extracting uranium, and labor in the fields, tending our farms. As for vengeance—it is a cup we shall drink of... in due time.
These are the histories of Frogonia. Amen. |
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