The chain of command — Croaktown P.D. organized-crime unit
The Family
The roster tells you who's on the payroll. This tells you who answers to whom. Read it top to bottom: every ribbit runs downhill, every fly runs uphill, and every arrow points back at the frog at the top. That's not an accusation. That's an org chart.
The Consigliere
One seat, right hand of the boss. He was sent to dismantle the ring and stayed to advise it.
The Bank
The money side. One lends the flies, one keeps the two sets of books that say where they went.
The Fixers
The frogs who find what a shell pondcompany needs found, and move the merch the property room won't keep.
The Bent Law
The badges and keys on the wrong side of the ledger. One holds the cell door, one holds the property room.
The Press
One cricket, one typewriter, and a swamp that reads whatever he prints. Every arrest is a headline; every headline is free advertising.
The Couriers
The frogs who move the bag and the frogs who spring it. One carries air past nine searches; one keeps a window open till 3am.
Across the Water
Not on my chart. The soft twin runs a family across the water — the clean one, the forgiven one, the one nobody buys papers to read about. His fixer works the far bank, cleans up so well there's no mess left to enjoy. My standing offer to that one is filed under 'rival,' which in Croaktown is a slower word for 'recruit.'
- The Soft TwinThe one across the waterRuns the clean family — no comment
- Sterling Frobisher'The Dry Cleaner'Rival fixer, works the far bank
The chart keeps growing
New Names Get Added All the Time
You've seen who answers to whom — for now. But a family this busy keeps promoting, recruiting, and quietly retiring frogs 'to the islands.' Follow PooPee on X for the next name on the chart before the swamp P.D. draws its own.
Follow PooPee on X — @getpoopeeNo dues. No initiation. You just start reading the memos — and once you're on the chart, the only way off it is fishing in the islands.
The lay of the swamp
The Swamp Map
You've got the chain of command. Now pick a door — they all wind back to me eventually. That's how you know whose swamp it is.
- The CrewThe full roster — every associate's alias, role, and on-the-record confession, one card at a time.Meet the crew
- The Rap SheetEvery count they could make stick, and a couple they invented. I did all of it grinning.Read the charges
- The JobsThe heists, worked step by step — the casino, the tongue-press, the pad that never was. Take notes.Case the jobs
- Places of CroaktownEvery recurring address in one gazetteer — the casino, the lockup, the cell, and the dotted line offshore.Walk the swamp
- The Brothers' FeudTwo frogs, one drain, opposite directions. The oldest rivalry in the swamp, filed for the record.Read the feud
Lost? Good — a frog who can't be found can't be served. Every trail on this map is a work of parody; follow at your own risk.