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In one parallel universe, the ruling class wears slick, slimy skin instead of suits and ties, where swamps outnumber skyscrapers and ribbits replace human chatter. This is the realm of frogs, the home of the Frog Boys Institute.
Scientific breakthroughs and moral collapse in this institute are one hairline apart, due to the sketchy and unethical methods conducted in some experiments. The smell of chlorine mixed with a thick air of anticipation lurks as researchers tread carefully, wary of compromising their progress.
In one parallel universe, the ruling class wears slick, slimy skin instead of suits and ties, where swamps outnumber skyscrapers and ribbits replace human chatter. This is the realm of frogs, the home of the Frog Boys Institute.
Scientific breakthroughs and moral collapse in this institute are one hairline apart, due to the sketchy and unethical methods conducted in some experiments. The smell of chlorine mixed with a thick air of anticipation lurks as researchers tread carefully, wary of compromising their progress.
A routine enhancement experiment takes a dangerous turn one fateful day amid the chaos of bubbling beakers and croaking test subjects. The volunteer in question turns into an unintentional pawn in an ambitious amphibious game.
The subject's safety is in danger as needles prick skin and chemicals dance deadly together. And the delicate stability of this parallel universe leans closer to oblivion with every heartbeat.
Dreadful rumours billow through the dark, murky hallways, blending with a chorus of croaks basically saying 'We're fucked'. The frog dynasty is jeopardized, life on this world of amphibians hangs off the edge - a clear result of the arrogance of those who try to play god in the shadowy confines of the Frog Boys Institute.
Could this possibly be the end? Is there a new beginning after the end?
The test subject’s physique has entirely morphed, yet the heartbeat monitor is still blurting out weak beeps.. beep.. beep.. …….
A routine enhancement experiment takes a dangerous turn one fateful day amid the chaos of bubbling beakers and croaking test subjects. The volunteer in question turns into an unintentional pawn in an ambitious amphibious game.
The subject's safety is in danger as needles prick skin and chemicals dance deadly together. And the delicate stability of this parallel universe leans closer to oblivion with every heartbeat.
Dreadful rumours billow through the dark, murky hallways, blending with a chorus of croaks basically saying 'We're fucked'. The frog dynasty is jeopardized, life on this world of amphibians hangs off the edge - a clear result of the arrogance of those who try to play god in the shadowy confines of the Frog Boys Institute.
Could this possibly be the end? Is there a new beginning after the end?
The test subject’s physique has entirely morphed, yet the heartbeat monitor is still blurting out weak beeps.. beep.. beep.. …….