The Community Scroll of the Royal Frog Army

And as it were, in the shadows and gloom of war, as the banners of Rugulus were hoisted and blackened the skies, a fire stirred — ancient, defiant, and unyielding.

From the sacred, mist-clad marshes of Pepe’s World rose the Royal Frog Army — sons and daughters of grit, chaos, humor, and diamond-forged will.

At their head, beneath the Great Banner of the Frog, rode the Frog King — not upon a golden throne, but shoulder to shoulder with his kin, crowned in honor and immortal in spirit.

Forged in the Meme Forges of Destiny, their sigils were etched with laughter, loss, and unbreakable resolve — a testament to battles endured and legends yet unwritten.

Their armor was not gilded in hollow gold, but forged from loyalty, chaos, and laughter — laughter that even despair could not silence. Upon their shields blazed the Eternal Sigil of the Meme King.

They rode not for plunder, nor for fleeting crowns, but to protect the Last Great Standard — the Banner of the Frog, a living flame against the poisoned winds of Rugastan.

Their relics, storied and sovereign, shimmered with the true wealth of the world: the indomitable spirit of memes — untouchable by enemy, unburied by time.

The Royal Frog Army kneels to no false king, fears no red candle, and begs no quarter. Their battle cry is laughter that splits the heavens, and their oath is loyalty eternal — to the Meme King and the cause he embodies.

In Pepe’s World, there are no tyrants — only the Frog King: first among equals, beloved by his people, leading not from behind a throne, but from the front lines of destiny.

Thus it is written in the Scrolls of Glory: the Royal Frog Army marches not for fleeting moons nor hollow treasure — they march for legend, for brotherhood, for the King they love, and for WAGMI — forever.