FrogsOfWar wrote:

The Frogs Of War was based on a dream that developer Linus Sphinx kept having. He imagined he was a lizard man enslaved on an asteroid. He was forced to dig pathways with a mining robot, a frog-legged vehicle that emits slime. A revolution broke out on the asteroid mine, and the managers pitted their subjects against each other in a battle to the death over a promotion. Sphinx remembered this because he “took notes on a microcassette recorder,” which he kept under his pillow so he could write code during his sleep.

He turned that dream into a game, and it’s every bit as perplexing as it suggests.

Sphinx originally made The Frogs Of War for DOS and Windows 95, but in an angered response to Microsoft’s policies, he switched the game exclusively to Linux and Linux handheld consoles. “I am no longer their un-witting stooge, I like my platform am free,” he declared on the Frogs Of War website. “We own the platform as well as the application.” He wanted independent control of his own thing, and in the case of this game, he certainly got that.

Daniel wrote:

The creator of this game is my uncle. At one point he gave us a copy of the game on a floppy disk for our old computer and my brothers and I loved playing it. I never really knew the origins of this game until I read the above description of it. It makes me very happy to know the game my brothers and i thought so cool is preserved here.

Drowned God wrote:

Relics like the Holy Grail have the power to fold time in on itself, bringing ancient and modern together. Einstein and Newton can have a conversation. The wooden and metal chambers of the messengers can exist alongside each other. The island of Avalon and Area 51 live on the same spectrum, each just another distant place to blame for the world’s legends. As above, so below.

Accepting Drowned God‘s argument calls for truly absurd logic. To begin even examining its ideas, you need to agree to its ridiculous terms, like the significance of numerology and a belief system where you can follow the direct lineage of Atlantis to Leonardo da Vinci. The conversation it wants to have makes no sense to an outsider. By the point when you’re attempting to understand how an alien corpse can hold the DNA for creating human-animal Manimal hybrids, you’re already too far lost in the game’s weird lexicon.

Only then can you try piecing together Drowned God‘s many loose ends.