Chronicles of Don’t Be So Ridiculous Valley

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the dust; headless pigfrogs and pigfrogless heads, charred pigfrog carcasses with horribly contorted faces, eyes hanging out and blood everywhere. That sort of thing. In fact, I’m beginning to feel really sorry for the pigfrogs now. Ergo watched the remnants of Third Battalion retreating back to Pigfrog Command, led, this time from the front, by the hapless Captain Quirkhardt. Ergo felt sorry for them, too. This was only supposed to have been an Adventure. He had forgotten that ridding the world of Evil Pigfrogs would inevitably involve really killing them. You could hardly capture them and make them promise to be good, could you? They weren’t Naughty Goblins,

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