Around Town, Tuesday

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The mist rolled out in the early hours of the morning. It was thick and nearly impenetrable, obscuring the ability to see clearly for more than a few feet ahead. It slunk through the streets, covered the dorm lawn, and snuck into the preserve.

It was the preserve that saw the first casualty. A poor Alot of Grass reached up and touched a glowing clover that hung before it in the darkness. It went still. And then it went still, as it was swallowed whole into the gaping maw of--

"RIBBIT."

"Ribbit. Ribbit."

"Ribbit."

The angler frogs flooded onto the island... not so quietly.

"Ribbit ribbit ribbit!"

[[ and the island will be under attack by angler frogs until sundown. good luck. ]]