Scape Ore Swamp is a foul old place. A fen worthy of a Grendel. Congaree Swamp is bigger, but Scape Ore is nastier. I used to pass over it on the regular, going to school, but never saw anything noteworthy save swarms of mosquitoes that would drain you dry if you stood still for too long.
I never saw the Lizardman, though I did have a t-shirt with his scaly mug on it. But I dig him, even now. Nothing finer than Caroline-r, especially when it comes to monsters. Who needs Bigfoot, we got us a genuine Lizardman. He’s even better than that mummy they brought to the state fair that one time. Though that mummy was awesome, no lie.
I like the Lizardman so much, I even wrote a novella about him once. I might do so again, if the mood strikes me. He’s such an interesting fellow. And there’s nowhere better for such a creature to hide than Scape Ore Swamp.
In Scape Ore, the trees rise wild and the water is so dark it swallows up the light. Time stops in places like that, or at least slows to a crawl. It’s an easy place to get lost in, even if you’re just passing through.
Maybe that’s what the Lizardman is…just something passing through, that got lost.