At first, the two massive machines and their bipedal overlords were nothing but a curiosity for the local frogs. Their stay was presumed to be of a temporary nature, slightly disturbing, yet not a substantial threat worth paying close attention to. So the evil gods of doom, as they later became known among frog kind, and in fact already been known to frog kind as such but no frog had lived to tell the tale, were eyed with mild suspicion and a good serving of ignorance.
This course of inaction soon revealed itself to be one of the great misconceptions about life, death and the universe that frog kind still dearly, and in blissful ignorance, held onto.
When the game of Go began, known to frog kind as the great extinction event, it shook the entire populations state of mind. Their, less junk filled than what was considered normal on Haradhere, peaceful and almost quaint little paradise went, within a timespan short enough that escape was futile but long enough to experience the full dread of being irradiated and bombed to oblivion, through a rough transformation. What used to be lush marsh centred around a small pond, that was fed by a gel like mountain river dripping down a not quite waterfall, rather the substance was so viscous that it just stretched down the cliff, that supported life in various stages of evolution and provided the frogs with everything they required to live a simple but satisfying life of food, sex and a lot of quaks, in short, the garden of frog Eden, quickly gave way to hell on Haradhere.
Frog culture was, prior to the reckoning, debating the use of infinity in mathematics. Some frogs were of the opinion that infinity was by defining quality of the Gods, that mathematics had its roots in all things countable. And that a vile, blasphemous frog, who had the audacity to proclaim the countability of infinities could never prove its claim and therefore rightfully deserved the punishment of the Gods. Who promptly executed on this particular transgression, ending the discussion and halting the development of frog mathematics indefinitely. In the long and arduous path of Frog ascension to real spacefaring sapience, this particular cultural turn toward the divine, in contrast to a more rational way of thinking, ended frog ambition in a far more subtle and devastating manner than even the quite rude game of GO, or the unfortunate fate of living on a Junk planet like Haradhere, ever could.
With the debate about the Axioms of mathematics abruptly concluded, opinions, on how to respond to the matter at hand, were somewhat biased by the apocalyptic nature of what was happening.
One brave soul, only known to his kind by the title of Great Leaper, who thought that his species was rightfully doomed, decided that it would most certainly be the prudent choice to, instead of running for his life, be to seek asylum with the angry Gods. And in a rather unlikely turn of events found himself next to Bonnet and Rackham, who were sitting at the bottom of the stairs to mount "glo m of ni t" as they had come to call it, and overheard the following conversation (which he understood in its entirety because of a random mutation that allowed Frog kind to be naturally gifted in the art of communication)
"Dude, you r cheating? you r letting the AI play?"
"So do you man"
"Fine Dude, it's a boring game anyway ..."
"I brought some beer, want some?"
*plop *plop
*clink
"Cheers" "Cheers"
*gluck *gluck
"Ahh" "Ahh"
"Which one you think's gonna win man?"
"No idea dude, but I don't think it'll conclude on its own. We haven't set a limit to the grid, so they'll probably keep going until the Ai gets bored as well ... could be some time"