PCG: SO WHEN WE MADE HIM, AND WATCHED HIM GROW IN THE MIDDLE OF SKAIA PCG: AND AFTER ALL THE FIREWORKS AND FANFARE FROM THE VAST CROAK HAD SUBSIDED
PCG: I KIND OF FELT LIKE HE DIDN'T LOOK SO GOOD.
And this might be the most bone-chilling sentence ever spoken in Paradox Space.
The trolls rushed their session, ignored their Denizens, didn’t take their Choices, and cobbled together a ramshackle universe.
And that universe is sick.
PCG: I THINK I GAVE HIM CANCER.
CarcinoGeneticist. A death sentence for all that he created.
You win this round, Hussie.
PCG: I GAVE YOUR WHOLE UNIVERSE CANCER, JADE.
PCG: SORRY.
So that’s it, then. This universe really is fucked.
Whatever the Final Frog does, it’s capital-m Mandatory, and skipping it gives you the bad ending – the one where your cosmic progeny is doomed from the start. It seemed fine in 2009, but our universe is extremely young, cosmically speaking, and we now know that it's never going to see old age. By Exile time – a mere blink of an eye, really – it was all destined to fall apart. This is a dead frog croaking, and it always was.
Jack may be about to put it down, but make no mistake – it was terminal from day fucking one. Even as a young man stood in his bedroom, the cosmos was already beginning its death rattle.














