The prophecy foretold, a story never sold, a frog who became more powerful than a dream.
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It was foretold in the old grimoires, between the memes and the moonlight.
When liquidity ran dry and the charts bled red, the elders lit one final candle and read aloud the prophecy of the Frog Mage.
"He will succeed," the scroll read, "because he has no choice." Robed in violet, staff aglow, he bends the swamp's forgotten mana to his will.
Spells straight from the depot. Cast responsibly.


