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Chapter 10 - Too Used To Death

Featuring more yakuza scumbaggery.

Chapter 9 - Endless Yakuza Hunger

Froge go nom nom nom

Chapter 8 - One Step Closer to Divinity

Sp00ky stuff mates

Chapter 7 - Stealing Your Door, And Other Extreme Sports

STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME STEAL THE DOOR FROM THE FRAME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 6 - Love Gurus For Hire

Phil and Lumina reveal their true power, the power of shipping! Who will they target next?

Chapter 5 - Welcome to the Underground

Looks like the monsters are unionizing this chapter!

Chapter 4 - Yakuza Town

Don't have much to say other than cheers to ya'll and have a good week!

Chapter 3 - Neon Monk Funk

Jean's deck was one I wanted to bust out for quite a while. Glad to finally use it, and there's still a few more parts to it yet to be revealed!

Chapter 2 - Borger Time With Froge And Friends

Borger shoppe. Nom!

Chapter 1 – An Unfrogettable Start!

Here's chapter 1 lads, good to be back.

Chapter 32 - Twilight Zone

Cass waited by the barn for a full day watching the flames die down. Even as night passed into morning, then afternoon and night again, she did not move from where she sat on the hood of Mr. Moon’s car, rifle cradled in her arms like a protective charm. She didn’t know exactly what she was waiting for. Would Mark miraculously rise from the ashes, after he’d been turned into ...

Chapter 31 - Battle Without Honor or Humanity

His gun was gone. Mr. Moon hadn’t the faintest idea where it had been lost, but neither did he have the time to think over it. Before him was a massive bald man, covered in thick hues of dripping crimson blood. The man was grinning, almost as if he reveled in the chaos filling the barn.

Head still foggy, Mr. Moon dipped down, retrieving a Franchi SPAS-12 clutched in the hands of a massi...

Chapter 30 - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

The needle of the speedometer trembled from where it hovered somewhere high in the hundreds. Ordinarily that speed, on a country road filled with twists and turns, would be lunacy, but he knew there was no time to waste. The remaining Russian, Vladischov, had a head start of at least five minutes. It was unknown how long finding the alien would take. In the barn, under a haystack. Those were th...

Chapter 29 - Running on Empty

Before the chapter starts, FYI for all paying Patreon members: I expect to finish with Urban Nirvana within a month, maybe a month and a half. After that I plan on writing a sequel to Frog out of Water. There will be no advance chapters for Patreon members for that as it is a fan work. I have no issue with other authors monetizing their fan works, I just view it as personally unethical and will...

Chapter 28 - Crucifix Of Light

The stolen two-seater Chevrolet pickup truck slammed into the side of the FBI agent’s Buick to a shrieking chorus of broken glass and crumpled metal. Vladischov was out of the vehicle’s cab in a flash – while the impact had been brutal, unlike his prey he was ready for it. What pain he felt kept him sharp through the mild concussion he could feel in his brain. Not optimal, but the pain fr...

Chapter 27 - Bad Company

The Henryks farm. Mr. Moon didn’t recognize the name at all, but that did not mean much. The country was filled with old farmsteads, both ones still being actively worked and ones rotting away to nothing in both the physical sense and in the sense of memory. Frankly, the hiding spot was not bad at all. Out of the way, unknown to most, and assuming by the word ‘old’ that preceded the name ...

Chapter 26 - She Swallowed Burning Coals

Mr. Moon lowered the revolver in his hands once it became clear the madman was not returning. In a flash it had started, in a flash it had ended. Dag let out a pained grunt as he stepped away from the broken window. The man had taken a serious beating. Mr. Moon had as well – a fact that his ribs made sure to remind him of. They were cracked at the very least. All that one punch.

The sou...

Chapter 25 - Fight Your Demons

Once more it felt as if the world was holding its breath. That was what it appeared to be in Cass’s eyes. The door separating the office from the hallway and the living room was cast wide open. Even as she violently shivered, fighting the rising bile in her throat amid attempts to keep her eyes off the discarded rag and bucket on the floor, the situation looked strange. It had all started whe...

Chapter 24 - In Hell We Live

For once in Cass’s life, being in her father’s office at home was not a comforting feeling. The fireplace, once so warm and cozy, felt otherworldly now. Like it served another master, one more uncaring and malicious than her dad could ever be. The display on the wall above the fireplace was still empty, the hunting rifle nowhere to be seen. Her captor had made sure of that.

At her wri...

Chapter 23 - Counting Bodies Like Sheep

Steve held out a cautioning hand to Ms. Miller, beckoning her to stand away from the door to the basement. It could be nothing. It could be hooligans breaking into the house for fun thinking the occupants were still at the wake. Hell, it could be a raccoon. A big raccoon.

Steve eased the safety off his Sig Sauer and racked back the slide, readying the deadly weapon for immediate use. The ...

Chapter 22 - Midnight Danger

Cass flung herself to the side as Mr. Moon came crashing over the fence, a coarse string of swears flying from her lips as her hands scrabbled for her pistol. In the innermost parts of her mind, the sight of the agent’s gun pointing right at her face registered, but it was drowned out by the screaming wall of pure rage that occupied the rest of her head. The feeling was still as scorching hot...

Chapter 21 - Divine Madness

It felt like a mirror of her desperate escape from the police station. Everything traveled in slow motion. Moving the tiny muscles in her fingers to begin squeezing the trigger felt like she was trying to push a mountain across a football field instead.

And then it all shifted. Dag stepped forward right as Mr. Moon placed his hand on the doorknob, obscuring the smaller man from her view. ...

Chapter 20 - Don't Fear the Reaper

Compared to the steadily darkening sky, the warm light leaking out from the windows and the open door of the Sothermen Funeral Home felt like there was a completely different world contained inside the building. Or was it just him?

Mark couldn’t tell anymore. It felt like everything in his world was turned upside down that night he decided to go driving. It felt like the worst mistake i...

Chapter 19 - Never Meant to Belong

Life Celebration for Those Threads Cut Short

7:00 p.m., Tuesday

Sothermen Funeral Home

All Are Welcome

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Steve finished wrapping the coal-black tie around his neck, absentmindedly watching Ms. Miller pull a tray of gooey chocolate chip cookies out from the oven. The motions his hands went through were automatic at this point. It was a benefit brought ...

Chapter 18 - Dispossession

Mr. Moon slipped the gloves off his hands, pulling himself from a crouch to his full height to observe the new arrivals on the scene. His gloves, still dyed rust-red with dried blood from his investigation, were placed on top of the nearby gas pump for later use. People were still swarming the station. The remains of the town’s police force, a handful of firefighters called in to assist until...

Chapter 17 - Snow in Summer

Five in the morning. That was when Mr. Moon got the call. It wasn’t a notice from Ms. Miller, but rather a panicked radio message from Paul, the temporary chief of police. The man had hardly been thrilled about the sudden promotion – a feeling that Mr. Moon could understand. In the frantic hours after the Russian ambush had been foiled, the two FBI agents revealed the grizzly assassination ...

Chapter 16 - Nightcall

Mr. Moon unconsciously tapped out a drumbeat on the steering wheel with his fingers. There was little sense rushing even after hearing what Ms. Miller had to say over the radio. Whoever it was that Steve saw, they were likely gone in the wind now. On foot, but with the sense to keep away from the roads. A man and a woman. The man, tall and solid. The woman, slim with a ponytail. Having just sli...

Chapter 15 - The Dogs

Cass’s breath hissed through her teeth as she surveyed the damage. All four tires on their ‘borrowed’ patrol car were slashed. It was the same with her dad’s car. Every tire was damaged past the point of usefulness, with deep and long slashes that would prevent them from holding air for even a few seconds. It looked like a knife had done it, a rather sharp one to cut right through the r...

Chapter 14 - Zero Eclipse

Houses whizzed by like blurred afterimages in the distance under the rapidly darkening evening sky. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, marking the transition from early evening to twilight.

“Less than a minute out.” Dag rumbled into the handheld radio, more for the benefit of the cops on the other side than for his or Mr. Moon’s.

Mr. Moon glanced at his watch. One m...

Chapter 13 - I Talk to the Rain

“Second floor’s clear!” Dag’s voice thundered from above. Mr. Moon did not reply, only filing Dag’s report away in his head while he continued to methodically search through the main floor. The living room was empty. So was the entrance, the hall, and the hall closet. Part of him wondered if this was nothing but an example of his paranoia. An extra squad car parked out front hardly me...