I looked around the edge of the swamp with my trusty Moschops and Argentavis by my side, and I saw this thing. Okay, it’s just a frog, what can it do? Might as well KO it. The frog straight up did the same thing to me and proceeded to lick me in my sleep.
I was running around the Swamp, with my Tribemate. I accidentally hit a Frog, didn’t know, and it was chasing me. My Tribemate was behind me, and noticed the frog. My pants had previously broken, and he were heading home. The frog stabbed it’s tongue right at my ass cheeks. My friend screamed through his mic, and it knocked me. The frog started stabbing my ass brutally. My Tribemate began panicking as I shouted at him to help, but the attack reminded him too much of... sex. Long story short the Tribemate isn’t my Tribemate anymore.
Me and my tribe mate live over near a swamp and one of these bastards ran into our base screaming HIPPITY HOPPITY I’M HERE FOR YOUR PROPERTY and long story short everyone in our tribe died and our last remaining survivor was a compy in our basement.