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Note. To the best of my knowledge this is not based on any existing Fallout Equestria storyline, nor does it follow any particular plot in Fallout 4. This is just the narrative that popped into my head as I worked on this piece.

Stone Mane scrambled under the burned out remains of the long abandoned bus. With some form of concealment from his enemy he dropped the now empty magazine from his Wasteland manufactured assault rifle. Lying on his back he started rummaging around in his prewar web gear for a loaded one.

The stallion had found another magazine and had just rocked it into place when he heard the sound of his gigantic foe running toward his location. Suddenly a massive pair of canine paws/feet came into view. They stopped in front of him. The earth pony froze as his opponent began sniffing the air attentively. From under the bus he watched as paws began slowly pacing around the area. Searching for him.

This seemed to go on forever as the War Hound continued its search in an ever widening pattern; just when he thought the beast had given up the chase the paws returned to in front of him. Suddenly two great, clawed hands/paws reached down grabbed the bottom edge of the bus. In one quick, violent motion the multi-ton bus carcass was flipped away revealing the young stallion to the bright afternoon sun.

The moment Stone Mane had seen the hands grab the bus he'd flipped the selector on his rifle from semi-automatic to full-auto. Bringing muzzle of his rifle up he centered it on the upper torso the giant canine and squeezed the trigger. The War Hound howled in pain and instinctively raised it arms to cover its head as 30 rounds of 7.62x39mm found their mark. Blood erupted from the creature. Then the earth pony's rifle went silent again as the chamber locked open and smoke rose from the barrel.

For several seconds nobody moved. Then as the stallion looked on in horror he watched as the War Hound slowly lowered his arms and growled at him. Slobber and blood dripped down on the pony. The 12ft tall canine threw back its head and let loose a horrific howl. Then it lowered its gaze again and reached for the pony.

Suddenly there was a series of thunderous roars as the War Hound's skull burst as 12.7x99mm AP rounds found there mark. Bits of skull, fur, skin, teeth, eyeballs, brain matter scattered in a wide swath. Stone Mane scrambled out the way as the body of the mutated Diamond Dog fell forward with a sickening thud. The stallion dove in through the doorway of the long abandoned fire station that he'd been running toward when he'd been forced to take cover under the bus. Finding his last fully loaded magazine frantically reloaded as he took cover behind a buckshot whittled office desk. Panting he pointed the muzzle at the doorway and waited to see if his savior would show themselves. Crows had already arrived and were beginning to peck at corpse.

After a few minutes he heard the sound of hoofsteps crunching on the ruined asphalt. Still out view they stopped. The stallion flinched when there was sudden burst of submachine gun fire that made a couple of crows explode like black party favors and sent the rest of them cawing in fear as they flew off. Then a familiar voice spoke up.

"Stone Mane! Ya all right?"

Running out the door Stone Mane found Applebloom waiting for him. The mare had a semi-automatic anti-material rifle slung over her shoulders, and 9x19mm PDW in her right hand. Stuck between her teeth was a stalk of grass. She scowled at him for second, but then a smile slowly crept across her face.

"Now dear. What I tell ya about going out around here. Remember ta bring enuf gun ta the fight!"

Then she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss.

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Lore Episode 7: In the Woods (Transcript) - 1st June 2015

tw: ghosts, suicide, racism (colonial era violence towards Native Americans)

Disclaimer: This transcript is entirely non-profit and fan-made. All credit for this content goes to Aaron Mahnke, creator of Lore podcast. It is by a fan, for fans, and meant to make the content of the podcast more accessible to all. Also, there may be mistakes, despite rigorous re-reading on my part. Feel free to point them out, but please be nice!

Nothing can be as isolating or confining as the woods. They seem to cut us off from the rest of the world, leaving us alone, balanced on the edge of being lost. Even in these fairly modern times, the woods seem to exist as a reminder that so much of the world is outside of our control. Sure, we could stay on the path, but those narrow routes between the trees only give us the illusion of control, like a trail of breadcrumbs. They’re fragile and fleeting, and somewhere in the back of our minds we understand that if we were to leave the trail, we would be stepping into the unknown. The woods hide things from us. For centuries, criminals have used the dark cloak of the forest to conceal everything from bootlegging and poaching to drug use and murder. They hide wildlife from us and instil just enough doubt and mystery that we end up believing anything could be living out there. Anything. Some areas, though, are darker than others. In some places the woods are more than just a gathering of trees and undergrowth. There are locations in our world that are consistently avoided, plagued by rumour, and dense with fear. To step into one of these places is to abandon all safety, all reason, and all hope. I’m Aaron Mahnke, and this is Lore.

Between the three Massachusetts towns of Abington, Rehoboth and Freetown exists a triangular slice of land that has become home to hundreds of reports of unexplainable phenomenon. It’s known as the Bridgewater Triangle, though some call it the black triangle, or the devil’s triangle. It might not be swallowing up fighter jets and colonial era ships like the Bermuda Triangle to the south, but its history is just as storied and mysterious. One of the areas within the triangle is the Hockomock Swamp. It’s a 17,000-acre wetland near Bridgewater, Massachusetts. In the 1600s it was inhabited by the Wampanoag tribe of Native Americans, and the fort they built inside it became a strategic location for them during King Philip’s war in 1674. One legend tells how during those times of upheaval and invasion by the colonies, a powerful artefact was lost in the swamp. Now, I can’t find anything beyond a small Wikipedia entry to confirm this, but the story tells of how an object known as the Wampum belt was lost during the war, and that as a result, the swamp became a home to restless spirits. Ever since, the swamp has been a source of a nearly endless supply of unexplainable sightings. One of the most dramatic and best documented reports was made by a local police officer, Sargent Thomas Downey. On a summer night in 1971, Downey was driving home towards the town of Easton, near a place known as Bird Hill, that sits at the edge of the swamp. As he approached the hill, he caught sight of an enormous, winged creature. Downey claims it was over 6ft tall and had a wingspan of almost 12ft. After reporting the sighting to the Easton police, he quickly earned the nickname of “The Bird Man”. I don’t know about you, but it seems odd that a police officer would risk his reputation on such an unusual claim if it was just a joke. Officer Downey clearly saw something that night – just what that thing was, though, is open to debate.

Decades earlier, in 1939, the Civilian Conservation Corps were working on the edge of the swamp, near King Philip’s Street. While there, workers claim to have seen a huge snake, as large around and as black as a stovepipe. According to the report, the snake coiled for a moment, raised its head, and then vanished into the swamp. And what wooded area would be complete without Bigfoot sightings? Although a tall, hairy creature has been sighted dozens of times over the years in various parts of the Bridgewater Triangle, the most common experiences have been near the swamp. In 1983, John Baker, a local fur trapper, had a similar experience. He was on his canoe in the swamp when he heard a splash. He turned to see, and I quote, “a hairy beast slog into the river, and pass within a few yards of his boat”. In 1978, a local man, Joe DeAndrade, was standing on the shore of a pond known as Clay Banks. He claimed that he turned and saw what he described as “a creature that was all brown and hairy, like an apish man-thing”. Oddly enough, I went to high school with a guy who fits that description. But there’s been more than just weird animal sightings in the swamp. As far back as the late 19th century, locals have reported seeing unusual lights. One report was made by two undertakers who were travelling past the swamp on Halloween night in 1908. They claim to have seen a light that hovered in the sky for almost an hour. Whether the reports of creatures and lights are true or not, it might be worth mentioning that the Wampanoag word hockomock literally means “the place where the spirits dwell”.

Another hotspot, in the south-eastern corner of the triangle, is the Freetown State Forest. If all the stories are to be believed, it’s the quintessential haunted forest. Deep inside the park is a cliff, known as the Assonet Ledge, that overlooks an old quarry. There have been reports of hauntings near the ledge, of visions and ghostly figures. Some stories tell [of how] a woman in white lingers near the precipice. Others claim to have heard voices while visiting there. The most common report is of mysterious lights. Some researchers think they know exactly where those lights come from, too. They’re the tools of a creature known as the “Pukwudgie”. In ancient Wampanoag folklore, the Pukwudgie is a small, forest-dwelling creature, something like a troll or a goblin, that lives in the wooded areas around the swamp. Aside from having one of the most entertaining names to say out loud, they are sawid to be small, hairy people, roughly 3ft tall, who hide in the woods and cause trouble to people who discover them. What kind of trouble? Well, Wampanoag folklore tells of how the Pukwudgies use lights to lure travellers into the woods, where they would kill them. These lights, according to legend, are known as the “tei pai wankas”, the North American version of the English will-o’-the-wisp, sometimes referred to as ghost lights. The pukwudgies use the lights as bait, luring people to their death. Rather than attacking hikers outright, apparently these creatures prefer to let the land itself kill their victims. Coincidentally, one of the most common experiences reported by visitors to the ledge is an overwhelming urge to jump. Normal, healthy people have felt nearly suicidal standing atop the ledge. Many of them claim, upon approaching the edge of the cliff, they felt an almost uncontrollable desire to jump off into the dark, rocky water, over 100ft below.

One story in particular bares retelling. Bill Russo was a welder from Raynham. He worked long hours, and for the six years prior to his retirement, he worked the late shift, from 3pm until midnight. By the time he got home from work each night, Bill’s dog Samantha was in desperate need of a walk, and so before bed, Bill would take her out and let her get some exercise. They kept this habit up each and every night, no matter the season or the weather. On a night in 1995, Bill took Samantha out for their usual walk. Their typical route was to stay on the sidewalks and head toward the centre of town, but on this night, they made a change. Bill decided, on a whim, to cut through his own backyard and head along a trail through the woods that ran alongside the swamp. Not a choice I would have made, mind you, even with a German shepherd and rottweiler mix as my companion. About half a mile into their walk, at a place where the path was crossed by a road, Samantha began acting odd. She was tugging at the leash and trembling, and kept glancing back at Bill with worried eyes. Bill pulled at the leash to lead her home, but the dog wouldn’t budge, she just whined and quivered where she stood. After a moment, Bill began to hear the sound that had frightened his dog. It was a thin, high-pitched voice, faint at first but growing louder as it continued, and even though Bill couldn’t understand what the voice was saying, it kept repeating the same sounds. “Ee wahn chu” it seemed to say, “ee wahn chu”. It was midnight, in the woods, so of course Bill couldn’t see anything, but he tried – he scanned the trees and bushes for whatever could be making the sounds. There was even a street light nearby, casting a small circle of pale light on the pavement, but he didn’t see anything. And then suddenly something stepped into the light.

According to Bill, it was perhaps 4ft tall, covered in hair, walked on two legs like a human, and looked to weigh no more than 100lb. It was naked and potbellied, and looked nothing like anything Bill had ever seen before in the swamp. And as it stepped out of the trees and into the light, it continued to speak to him. “Ee wahn chu” it said again. “Keer, keer”. Bill and Samantha stood frozen to the ground, paralysed with fear, and as the dog continued to whine and shiver, the creature lifted its arms and beckoned them to follow. “Ee wahn chu” it said again, motioning to them, “keer”. Bill claimed that he tried asking the creature a few questions, but it only replied with the same nonsense it had already said. Not knowing what else to do, Bill managed to tug Samantha after him, and they both turned and headed home. They didn’t look back.

It’s not the trees that make the woods a frightening place, it’s what the trees conceal. There’s no telling what creatures hide behind the green leaves and thick branches of the forest landscape. Cryptozoologists, ghost hunters and believers in the supernatural are often seen as abnormal. They believe in things that can’t possibly be real. But when we step into the woods, when we surround ourselves with the dark embrace of the unknown, somehow the impossible begins to seem more likely. Maybe we want to believe. Maybe that feeling we get in the pit of our stomachs when we step into a strange, wooded area, is a cry for answers. There has to be something more out there, right? Maybe that’s all we want to know, but we’re simply too afraid of the answers. Bill Russo experienced that same fear on that night in 1995. He and Samantha managed to find their way home, but he was beyond shaken up. Even though it was 1 o’clock in the morning, he went into the kitchen and brewed himself a pot of coffee. There was no way he was going to let himself sleep that night. Cup after cup, hour after hour, Bill relived the experience over and over again, playing back everything he heard and saw. He experienced doubt, and fear, and regret. He wondered if maybe he should have tried harder to speak with the creature. Perhaps he should have approached it, if Samantha would have allowed him to, that is. But the question that plagued him for most of that night was more difficult. What was the creature saying to him? Bill wrestled with his memory of those sounds all through the night. “Ee wahn chu”, it said, and then “Keer”. Before sunrise, Bill was almost positive that he had his answer. It wasn’t another language the creature was speaking after all. It had been trying its best to use English – and the words it kept repeating? “We want you”, it had been saying, “come here”.

Lore is a biweekly podcast and was produced by me, Aaron Mahnke. You can find out more about this episode, including background music, at lorepodcast.com, and be sure to follow us on Twitter and Facebook @lorepodcast. This episode of Lore was made possible by you, our amazing listeners. [Sponsor break here]. To find out how you can support Lore, visit lorepodcast.com/support. You’ll find links to help you leave a review on Itunes, support Lore on Patreon for some awesome rewards, and find a list of my supernatural thrillers, available in both paperback and ebook format. I couldn’t do this show without any of you, and I’m thankful to each and every one of you for that. Thanks for listening.

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