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This is wrong....please gather around the camp fire.
Comradeistan and Great Edmundia
*Laughs*
All the GESHIELD officers join the Grizzled Old Fisherman and the 
Camp Host around the fire
"Hopefully the Dogetopians arrive soon so that we can see what the prophecy is..."
Lore says that le roup garou also know as the Rougaroux (some say part witch, some say part vampire, most say part wolf) has roamed these marshes for centuries. This mythical beast can smell small children and sneaks out of the swamps at night to steal them away and gobble them up. Legend also tells of a phenomenon called feu follet or swamp lights. These eerie lights are the ghost of Jack Lantern who lures the curious into the swamp, most never to be seen again; the few who survive have never been the same. The Mosesausarus used to inhabit the marshes too rounding out the dangerous trifecta of beasts.
A man who’d lost all his loved ones to these creatures ventured into the marsh seeking revenge. He followed the swamp lights deeper and deeper into the fog, deep enough that the fog turned to a humid mist. The lights led to an old shack amid a thick stand of cypress trees. What happened in that shack is known to nobody....but the man that emerged was a large-hairy-purple-Bigfoot. The purple Bigfoot lived in the swamp and feed on the Mosesausarus until they were extinct then he began to feed on the park guests....thousands perished. This greatly upset the Rougaroux who hunted the Purple Bigfoot and drove him from the region.
It has been said that if the Mosesausarus ever returned the Purple Bigfoot would too!
"Oh dear...seems like we need backup then..."
The help we need is on the way!
From...where?
By the way, can we set up a permanent GESHIELD base just in case?
Sadly not....can be no militarys or weapons....park policy.....for the safety of our campers and guests.
No this’ll be sorted out another way
"Oh dear..."
The Helicarrier turns on its reflection panels and disappears
A public service announcement is heard throughout the park urging campers into their cabins
The swamp lights are lit....first time in a while!
Yeah...are you sure you don't want our Quinjets patrolling?
"Well, in that case..."
The GESHIELD Helicarrier sets course for home, while some land-based officers head for the lunch counter
"They HAVE to have fried chicken and waffles here..."
A zeppelin arrives from the Galactic Empire of Britain and a Dogetopian tourist and a Zia Shaman exit the airship
Perhaps it’d be okay if they patrolled just outside the parks boundaries
The GESHIELD officers look on, surprised
“This is going to be interesting...”
The Helicarrier anchors outside the park, and Quinjets start patrolling
“The last thing we need is the Purple Bigfoot going outside the park, I guess...”
The host serves up platters of fried chicken, waffles with syrup, lamingtons, and sweet iced tea to the visiting officers.
“Hmmmm mmmmm mmmm! This is what I call Southern hospitality...”
Jack Lantern!!!!
While fishing around Little Bit Bayou we caught a fleeting glance of the Rougaroux....yikes!
All sorts of creatures in these waters....that’s big enough for a fish fry!
The GESHIELD officers finish their oh-so-delicious meal and decide to go exploring. They catch glimpses of the swamp lights and weigh up whether or not to follow them
They decide not to fall into the same trap the Purple Bigfoot did and return to the safety of the Bait Shop.
Hmmm....ain’t seen the camp host since he went chasing after them swamp lights....others seen ‘em too.
Shakes head knowingly
*The tourist snaps pictures of the scenic swamp, as it turns out, he is famous Dogetopian wildlife photographer Dangading, here to document the wildlife in a non-disturbing manner.*
*The zeppelin carrying the Empress arrives, and she walks over to the officers.*
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