October 19, 2023.

The alarm blares from its spiraling minaret. We huddle together in our improvised shelter, but we can't know if it will save any of us, won't know until it's over. It's time for the Froggy Freakout. The Hopping Hour. It starts, as always, with the music, the shaka-shaka Bo Diddley beat and Day of Judgement trumps, and we clamp our hands over our ears, but even so, it's louder than we can bear. We know they're coming, now. The distorted wak-wak of the guitar joins, and The Froggening has begun. How many of us will survive their pestilent doomed boogey boogey jitterbug of the Ribbit Jump? How much more can we take? How can we hold onto hope in the face of Ultimate Frog?