Edgar Frog の小説・ストーリー

I nodded, slightly embarrassed to be laying my dirty laundry out so plainly for everyone to inspect. “A grand gesture? That kind of thing?” he asked, picking up one frog and turning it over. “What’s this on the bottom? A message?” Mom swiped the frog from his hand as El came over to inspect our activities. “Put that down,” she said. “I don’t know, Linc,” Boston said, surveying the frogs and shaking his head. “Are frogs the way to go when you’re trying to win someone’s heart?” El poked him in the shoulder and made a face. “Seriously?”

So, I think it’s safe. "Oh, if you smell something a bit rotten and rancid around you, maybe it's time for you to be alert..." Adam added it and my head snapped back to him. "Is that a sign that the frog is around me?" I sniffed around to make sure that there was no small, scary-looking creature that could chew my toes. “Oh no, it's not the frog. It is a cricket that also eats flesh. They really like to make holes in the flesh of large animals and eat them from the inside…”

Anyway, while I got you here, let me tell you about a game I’m working on. This game is called Creator. Since I’m into that horror shit, I made this game to follow a character named Edgar Sorrow. Yeah, I named him after that piece of shit doctor. Anyway, Edgar wakes up in a lab having no idea who he is or why he’s there. He exits the container he’s kept in, only to find that his legs and arms don’t work that well. After getting feeling back in his limbs, Edgar proceeds to look around the lab. He notices he’s got two choices. He can see what sadistic artwork the doctor has done on him or he can leave his place of dwelling.

A single additional line that departed from the clinical register entirely. *He was a good frog.* David handed the log to Alex. Alex took it. Looked at the last entry. Then he opened to a new page. Wrote the date. *Gerald the Fourth. Common frog, Rana temporaria. Introduced to the estate garden, rose bed corner. Assessment: healthy, alert, appropriately cautious. Temperament: to be determined.* He capped the pen. Handed the log to Catherine. She looked at it seriously. "What do I do with it?"

Gold licking it hand when saw Kaleela bit her thumbs and chanting some spell before let the blood dripping in the floor. Suddenly, a yellow blinding light filled her house for several seconds. After that, a golden small frog came. "Bob, help me out from here." "Don't wanna," the frog blurted before spread out it red blackish tounge. "Beside, my name is Rana Ranidae. Please be respectful to the older one." "Do it! Otherwise, I will kill you." "Fiiiiine. Don't look at me with your wicked expression. That's why you stay single forever."

Soon, they stopped before Edgar. Edgar studied the hide properly for some time. Then, he reached out to feel it with his hand. "What sort of tiger hide is this?" he asked Cyrus. "This is the hide from a Shoalarian tiger, Grandpa," Cyrus answered respectfully. Edgar continued, "A few days ago, your father mentioned that you hunted down a tiger in Shoalaria. Is this the one?" "Yes," Cyrus replied. "When we were carrying out a mission in Shoalaria some time ago, this tiger suddenly leaped out of the woods. It was as tall as an average person. Back then, we were completely stunned when we saw it."

He told himself he just wanted an autograph. The door to Edgar’s trailer was slightly ajar. Light spilled out from inside. Felix hesitated, then knocked softly. The door opened. Edgar Briggs stood there in nothing but worn jeans slung low on his hips, his chest still glistening with sweat from the arena. His dark eyes locked onto Felix with calm intensity. “Can I help you?” Edgar asked, voice low and rough like gravel. Felix swallowed hard, holding up the rodeo program he’d bought earlier. “I… I was hoping for an autograph. That last ride was incredible.”

Eden's dress catches the light effortlessly. Edgar spots us first. He's standing near the entrance with a glass of something amber in his hand, looking like he stepped out of a magazine spread titled "How to Look Expensive While Mourning". His eyes drop to Biscuit, and his entire face lights up. "Oh my God," he says, crouching immediately. "You brought the furry ball of chaos." Biscuit barks, delighted, and launches himself at Edgar's knees. Edgar laughs and scoops the puppy up, letting Biscuit lick his chin.

He was a frog so the water didn’t bother him, of course, but still, no one likes to be singled out. It was decided we would set off to the castle with Pogo, mightiest and last of the giant frogs leading the way. As long as we stayed behind him, the contract between the frogmen and the One True God would remain unbroken. It wasn’t really solving the problem as much as putting it off until later. If you can’t think of a good answer, waiting is often better than choosing a bad one.

, Edgar said with a smile on his face. Leo sighed heavily as he looked at his best friend; Edgar Monroe. He and Edgar had grown up together. They'd known each other since they were kids. Edgar's family was also deeply connected to the underworld network. Although they weren't exactly a mafia family they were rather well known and feared in the underworld.