#The Frogmen

[mudwerks]

(via The Frogmen / Four Color v2 #1258 - George Evans art + 1st issue - Pencil Ink)

[chronivore]

The Frogmen

[mostlygibberish]

I liked the part with the coral poisoning.

A series of episodic events happening to a team of WWII frogmen that never actually managed to convince me it was taking place during a war. 

The closest thing to an overarching plot was that the new commander of the squad (Richard Widmark) didn't have the same respect his predecessor did. They constantly mentioned this former commander like we were supposed to know who he was, but he was never in the movie, not even in flashback. Eventually he earned his team's respect by doing nothing different and then getting stabbed, I suppose?

Some of the underwater photography looked good, and the part where they had a submerged knife fight with some Japanese divers was fun. Most of the other action scenes unfortunately amounted to people tying knots in ropes while sound effects of distant battle played. The only person who actually got shot did so in the dumbest possible circumstances, and was fine afterwards. The movie had the tone of some guys having bit of a laugh at sea, rather than fighting a war.

Ehh. Not exactly a bad movie, just kind of a non-event.

[kwebtv]

From the Golden Age of Television

Series Premiere

Navy Log - The Frogmen - CBS - September 20, 1955

Anthology

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by Allan Sloane

Produced by Samuel Gallu

Directed by Roger M. Andrews

Stars:

Harry Landers as Rock McQuarrie

Ross Elliott as March

Robert Nichols as Kane

James Seay as Submarine Captain

Paul Dubov as Lt Sawicki

Bill Lechner as Sonarman

Robert S. Carson as Narrator

[radiophd]

the frogmen -- underwater

[stonedrunkwizard]

Frog season.

[cbrtalos]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Thunderball (1965)

[divergear]

[cyallowitz]

The Loveland Frogs

Loveland Frog The first of this month’s cryptids is the Loveland Frogs from Ohio.  Specifically, they are found in Clermont County.  They are bipedal frogs that stand at around one meter.  It lives in forests and can survive cold winters without having to hibernate.  They have been said to carry sticks, which they use as tools or possibly control electricity.  To date, there have only been 4…

[chronivore]

1961

[theworldatwar]

German frogmen head out to set charges to blow up the harbour at Antwerp just after allied forces enter the city - Sept 1944

[willtempest]

New Frogmen available over on Itch! Written by Sam Tempest, edited by Kate Eddy

We've got a lot of fun stuff planned for Frogmen, this is just the first of many.

[astarab1aze]

"There are monsters in this world, you know."

Bestiary

just some monsters, really, both disgusting and destructive in their own ways. warning for body horror, stuff like that.

Flesh Warden

A Flesh Warden is what happens when you allow a necromancer to dive ever deeper into their obsessions with death and keep them well supplied with bodies - this is a natural consequence, in particular, for necrotic witches and sorcerers, who may become so consumed with furthering their twisted magical sciences that they become their own experiments, falling into the depths of madness and depravity. Cosigned by the Sanguinarian sect, adherents within the International Nightfolk Coallition, and put to task in a number of prisons and ruins long abandoned and forgotten over the ages, left to their own devices, to malice and rage and the cold silence of death itself - ever, ever and always grafting more and more bodies to their withering flesh.

They are, essentially, centipedal amalgamations of bodies and arms draped in filthy cloth, caked in blood and bodily fluids in varying material states. Beyond enormity. The 'core' body is always at the head of these necrotic nightfolk-turned-abominations (which, if you can reach and destroy it, will bring it down), but the majority of their greater body is comprised of countless dead, all expertly surgically parted and sewn back together, grafted onto the Warden by the Warden. Hundreds, even thousands, of bodies so cleanly cut and stitched into place, yet still filthy, imperfect, never so enough, never enough. So they continue, the intensity of their madness persisting, until at last natural rot sets into their own bones, cursed by the wrath of the desecrated dead, their brains putrifying in their skulls until there is nothing of what they once were, not even in memory.

In combat, they begin rather slowly, hulking their mass around, but the echo of hundreds of voices incanting proves their necrotic magic anything but. Booming, loud, haunting voices that deafen, enfeeble, and crush, sickly-hued magical thread tendriling toward their target. They draw in, make their prey weak beyond imagination, grind them to dust mentally and phsyically, then rip them apart, feast upon their internal organs and graft them onto their bodies. More arms, more legs, heads, torso, everything everything everything, ever growing in size and power.

Contortia

A mass of flesh twisted into something no longer recognizable as nightfolk or human. Exposed decaying muscle, what mummified skin they still have threatening to tear at every turn, split and crack to let caustic blood. Its skin is scab-like in appearance, but scarily flexible, stretched and dry as if mummified, yet... Driven by instinctive impulse, throbbing with wretched unlife. Contorting, twisting, wringing, streeeetching, leaping and racing around - extremely fast and flexible despite appearances. When that skin finally rips open, its blood, putrid greenish-brown, burns and eats through everything it touches, including metal and stone as if hydrochloric acid had been spilt instead (which could be turned back on them). They also do not have faces, scrambled flesh where a face should be.

Contortians are pre-existing, once Nameless Things, but relatively few in number as they cannot reproduce or be recreated. While the basic principle above goes for them all, they are all still very diverse in terms of elemental effect, coloration, strength, and constitution; One could be strictly necrotic in nature, where the next could be shadow or blood, or solar, holy, storm, etc. They are extremely difficult to kill, hard to pinpoint, pin down long enough to do any meaningful amount of damage, attuned to their chosen environs deep underground or underwater. As they are also incredibly aggressive, it's best not to go looking for them.

They're hunters, first and foremost, apex predators designed especially to slaughter and destroy, eat and dissolve. Insatiable appetites, indomitable instinct, too much riding on too little and always on the brink of extinction (for better and for worse; what's their true purpose?). These monsters thrive in darkness, picking off people and animals who dare to get too close, and the nameless things deeper within the sea, trenches, forest and desert caves, mines, abandoned silos... They rarely, if ever, come to the surface. They also do not need to breathe.