Swamp P.D. — Intake Window
Everybody in Croaktown ends up with a file. Hit the button, get your own charge sheet, and share it before the warden notices you never actually did the time. A work of parody.
Every spin is a fresh felony. The swamp does not do clean records.
File #: PP-∞-YOU
Fully fictional, fully unrepentant. No real frogs — and definitely not that upstanding twin across the water — were booked in the making of this charge sheet.
Booked and unbothered
A rap sheet's no good sitting in a drawer. The swamp's most notorious frog runs his whole operation out in the open — new charges, fresh jobs, the running feud with a certain law-abiding relation. Follow along on X and keep your record current.
Follow PooPee on X — @getpoopeeNo reward for following. No wallet. Just the feed — and a frog who's proud of your new alias.
The lay of the swamp
You've got a sheet — now case the rest of the operation. Five ways deeper into the underworld. They all wind back to me eventually.
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.