THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES #31 - First Hunt
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- MAG031 - Case #0100912 - Lawrence Mortimer
Statement regarding their hunting trip to Blue Ridge, Virginia.
The Magnus Archives tells the tale of an English thrill-seeker who heads to the USA for a hunting adventure and has a very wild time.
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Some guy: "I've always loved [insert hobby here]! It's my life and passion!"
Some supernatural being: "Is it now? It would be a shame if "someone"... made you go through a traumatizing experience involving said hobby and then you'd hate it for the rest of your life :)"
Me in English class
me when school
Arachnophobia guy: Okay... Why the hell am *I* here too?
How many times is that now lol? 3?
Rip those hobbies
Jon sounds so tired... poor guy. Missing his smug bastard energy already 😔
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Like, is he okay? That 'are we being hunted?' at the end. I'm kinda worried that all of these stories are gonna get to him and he'll do something foolish and dangerous.
His description of meeting an American irl is spot on. Much louder and excited than you expect and obsessed with accents, especially English ones.
It’s true. I would know since, well, I live in America lol.
I think I know why we react like that, most of us are deprived of new things because we're really overworked most of the time
as an American who traveled to London a couple years ago, can guarantee, this description is *scarily* accurate, right down to the fascination with English accents
(it's because there's such a diverse variety of them, and we're only shown a fraction of them in films/ TV--also we have to travel verrry far distances to hear accents different from our own, even within our own country)
@@thesewinggeekmiri9029
Yeah, its odd, you can take a person in Florida, and California, and they sound the same, the only differences really seem to pick up when you go a bit more north, Jersey, New york.
Or the occasional southern accent.
Thats about as much variety as we get, and a lot of it is overdone in TV, and not usually quite so diverse in real life.
@@XFizzlepop-Berrytwist I mean, there are *slight* differences from region to region in the US (theres a ifference between a Northeastern accent and a regional ~midwestern accent, for example), but a LOT of the differences are reaaaally subtle, like the occasional vowel sound here and there are slightly off.
Jon did NOT need to sing hes so extra
that's jon lol
@@kirby8964 fuck youre right
I was so in it that I didn't even realize 😅
He's so dramatic, I love him
Hes so cute and gay, I love him
Out of the corner of your eye you see him:
Shia Labeouf
He's gaining on you
Shia LaBeouf
You're looking for your car but you're all turned around
He's almost upon you now
And you can see there's blood on his face!
My god, there's blood everywhere!
Running for your life from Shia Labeouf
He’s brandishing a knife, it’s Shia Labeouf
Lurking in the shadows
Hollywood superstar Shia LaBeouf
The most paranormal thing in this podcast is the fact that nobody's getting charged for murder/trespassing/etc. after the monsters are gone.
Jon, dear, are you okay? Do you need a hug from somebody who isn't a worm?
I was partially wondering throughout whether arden and lawrence got a hunting license. I mean it doesnt matter since it seems like he was night hunting
Can we talk about Jon’s voice acting during the statement? He sounds so... soft and cute, idk. “I’ve aLways wAnted to Go hUnting :D” idk I love him.
So I'm not the only one who noticed how his voice is "changing" when he's recording
What can you say? Jon's very serious about his work xD
my headcanon is that he also puts in the music and sound effects that play during the episode
I just heard that was i immediately said “aww”
YEAH HE SOUNDS KINDA HAPPY AWW I LOVE HIM
Wolfmen in America is too far-fetched?
Well, Jonathon, just wait till you get an American Werewolf in London
stuck in my head now thanks
I mean vampires are in Britain
Bruh when the awooo hit I felt that
XD
awwoooooo werewolves in London
Okay but did anybody talk about Jon's soft singing voice. I wanna hear him sing more
Look up "The Mechanisms" here on youtube, he's the main singer and it's great
I combed through the comment section for a comment like this just to say "boy howdy do I have a surprise for you" but someone's long since beat me to it
I loved that little bit after the statement ended. Seeing how affected Jon actually is, in opposition to his usual cold self, it's the beginning of angst and pain judt like i like it
Why did you say "angst"?
@@notyou8508 doesnt it mean like 'sadness' or 'emotional' ? its a fanfic term that's generally used to describe the sad/hurtful moments of (fan)fiction, so i used that word (also english isnt my native language so i might be using the word wrong)
@@tonio1377 its a german word that means fear
@@notyou8508 Norwegian word as well! Though Norwegian, like most other languages, have taken/borrowed words from other languages, then either changed the spelling, pronunciation, or meaning, just like how english most likely borrowed the word "angst" from german or vice versa, though german or latin is often the original language, since they are from two different and popular language lines! Like in a "language tree" if you care enough to google that XD
Ive waited years to use my elementary to high school knowledge! Sometimes it randomly comes in handy! XD
@@notyou8508 yup. George Eliot used it in his writings, and thus introduced it and popularized it in the English lexicon. The meaning it was given in English is slightly different, but it still has its roots in the German word.
the hiker- "tommorow would be a good day for a run"
me- oh no,,,,
"Nay today is a good day to throw hands with a Belmont"
Such a polite threat.
i thought it was going to be like some other episodes where things become infinite after someone says a phrase tbh. you know, like free fall and killing floor.
I've noticed a pattern with these "I have this hobby that I love but some paranormal shit happens and now I don't" type episodes, the weird shit always starts after a stranger tells them a random phrase, like in freefall "enjoy sky blue" and now "tomorrow would be a good day for a run"
As a Virginia native, I was glad to hear that they did their research! “Leave no trace” is a mantra for us mountainous types, Blue Ridge tends to be a preferred hunting region, Richmond is quite a ways away from it.
I read: "as a virgin..." and was momentearly confused
“Incest, murder and madness” is a sick band name
Their first hit single: sweet home alabama (cover)
Another song to add to the album:
*mama just stabed me ... Sexily
Sounds American
@@jackbelmont4389 No no no thats pumped up kicks
@@nuhahasan952 Nah, it would be: "Happy Habsburgs"
Really feel bad for Arden, and that this old dude lost his new friend while trying to experience a hobby he'd been wanting to try for awhile. :(
I dont think hunting for sport is a morally correct hobby. Regardless, It is a tragedy
@@mira7790 I think its ok if you use all the parts of the animal you kill. But just cutting off the antlers or taking a small part of the animal is wasteful and unnecessary.
I kinda got that vibe when the werewolf stopped for a moment upon their first meeting. As if he was sussing out if they were hunters, or hikers. Maybe if they'd just been there to camp - he wouldn't have shown them how it feels to be hunted.
@@marymills3581 "sussing out"
@@ellabee4820 right, I find it strange and kind of…creepy that some people enjoy hunting things as a sport, just bc they like killing animals. But if it’s out of necessity, you use all parts of the animal, and you stay mindful of over-hunting, then I don’t see a problem tbh
As an American, the second they said Appalachia I knew they were not going to have a good time
Appalachia is not a place you go without experience lol
That's what you get for hunting in an area that is older than bones.
Then they went and had whistling!
Is Jon ok?
He went from “this is absurd, they’re lying obviously” to “I’ve asked Sarah to look into it...”
He just sounds so tired :(
Poor Sarah... Had been kidnapped a decade ago, replaced by a strange smoking thing and now needs to look some things for Jon as well...
@@levchenkodaryawhat 😭
@@catnumbertwenty she was the girl who got kidnapped in the very beginning
@@zomb_bree7950 oh shit
@@catnumbertwenty right?!
I told myself I was gonna stop listening for the night on episode 27 and we see where that's gotten me.
HA! same here buddy, currently 3 am and I hope this will be the last one for the night!
@@juliasz.1017 good luck
I'm new listener and Im got 100 odd episodes to go.... Man it 2am and I'm really hooked, no spoilers but is it worth listening to end?
@@nuggs5509 YES
@@mimkyodar well it was DAMN GOOD! and I got to 171... I'm very happy.
As soon as he said the common name of the tune I knew that man was going to hunt them for sport.
same
me listening to this initially somewhat wholesome entry: *:)*
statement: _”..on the appalachian trail,”_
me, an american, knowing: *oohhhh no.*
As soon as he said he heard a whistle on an appalachian trail....rip dude
Arden should have known better as a Virginian
Yeaaaahhhh they done goofed up
i'm not american. what's wrong with the trail?
@@nat-coffeebat those mountains are older than bones; and so are the stories and _things_ that surround them. appalachia can leave the most stubborn skeptics questioning a thing or two. WWWEIRD stuff surrounds every mile of it.
it really is a rabbit hole that spans generations upon generations. very interesting but equally just as unnerving
If the Jon Magnus lived in America:
American jon: so anyways I wrastled it
Jon Magnus?? Nah, Jons full name is Jonathan Sims, not Magnus lmao
British: Jonathon Sims of the Magnus Archives
American: Jon Magnus of the Sims Collection
Sierra Rush all I can think of is the fucking Sims games when reading this
13:37 , for everyone who wants to hear jon sing .
lyrics:
"a hunting we shall go..." x2
(this is important)
for anyone who wants to hear more of his singing, look up the mechanisms! he's the lead singer there!
Jon sounds so tired. Everything going on with the flesh hive seems to be taking a toll on him, and likely on the rest of the staff of the Magnus Institute, though we only hear from Jon regularly. But considering that the next episode is called Hive, I'm hoping that Jon and everyone else can get some rest soon. They deserve it.
there's almost nothing I find as creepy as something whistling at night. Be it in the woods or anywhere else really.
Mn. Agreed. It's a very non-aggressive sound - isn't likely to scare anything off.
So then, whoever's doing it has got to not care it might draw attention, or may even want to.
All this despite the fact that - as things that would make that sound - we can't generally see in the dark, wouldn't know something was upon us until is was. . .
Which, in my opinion, turns a very sweet, benign action into something inherently and strangely aggressive. Unsettling to say the least.
I like to whistle in the forests while i walk because i can scare people
Also because it's relaxing
i am obsessed with whistling, particularly when im alone or walking bc i cant sing and its much more normal to whistle in public, my biggest fear is being alone and whistling and hearing someone whistle back.
You should be scared of it! If you ever find yourself outside in an area with mountain lions, and you hear a whistle, get the fuck out of there! Them bitches whistle! Fear a dude, and fear a lion bro.
You're not supposed to bc of w*ndigos I live in the Appalachian mountains and we don't fuck around with stuff like that
"And finally decided to take a three day hike into blue ridge on the Appalachian trail" see now that was his first mistake.
How I know this was written by an Englishman. No Appalachian would whistle in the woods. And if you hear someone whistle, laugh, or call your name. No you didn't
Why?
- sincerely, an Englishman
@verrufen2642 Appalachia has lots of rules for how you stay safe in the old dark places. They're superstitions, but they're taken very seriously.
Old things that you don't say the name of in case they notice you. Most people won't even write it down (take the word Haunt, but replace the U with an I)
They can mimic human voices and try to draw you into the woods, and you don't come back, but something that looks like you does. There are things you never do to protect yourself from them. Like your porch on the side of the house that faces the woods. You don't leave that way after sunset, and you never sweep that porch.
If you hear it trying to draw you into the woods, you don't say no. You don't tell it to go away because then it knows you know it's there. So if you hear someone calling your name in the Appalachian wilderness NO YOU DIDN'T
Jon saying he knows what it feels like to be hunted (presumably because of the whole crimson blood and death omen) makes me sad :(
jon i will throw hands with worm lady for you and martin
I’ll get the fire extinguisher
ARCHIVIST
Statement of Lawrence Mortimer, regarding his hunting trip to Blue Ridge, Viginia. Original statement given December 9th, 2010. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
I always wanted to go hunting. It always seemed such a manly sort of pursuit. I mean, killing the deer or elk or whatever else was always beside the point; it was just the idea of setting off into the wild, surviving out there, cooking and eating what you kill - it all sounded like such an adventure. I mean, I’d thought about trying it in this country, but shooting pheasants with shotguns and riding down foxes all seemed too much the domain of, uh, nitwits in tweed. So, if I was going to go hunting, I would need to go to another country to do it. Somewhere where they had a few animals worth going after. Thinking about it, I suppose that is what happened in the end, in a perverse sort of way. And it did cost poor Arden his life.
Well, my desire to go hunting was always something of ‘someday’ project. I’m sure you know what I mean: those ideas you have, holidays you plan to do ‘sometime in the future’, but they’re never time-dependent and usually you just keep putting them off for more pressing things. So when I turned fifty back in February, I thought, ‘dash it all, I’m going to go hunting before I drop dead!’ When I told my friends they all thought I’d gone loopy, but I just reminded them that it isn’t just the young that can be impetuous and daft.
Anyway, over the past few years I’d become great friends with an American. Arden Neeli was his name. We’d met on a sceptics message board and got on like a house on fire. When I mentioned I was looking into impetuous hunting trips, he asked how averse I was to hiking. I said not at all, I’ve a been a very active sort, and he told me that in Virginia, his home state, there were a lot of excellent places to go hunting, providing I didn’t mind waiting until October or November. I wasn’t exactly expecting the Grim Reaper to come knocking in the intervening months, so I told him it sounded lovely.
We spent a good long while discussing it, and finally decided to take a three day hike into Blue Ridge on the Appalachian Trail, and see if we could find a deer or an elk for me to shoot. Nature, seclusion and guns - to my ears it sounded just perfect.
So, early last month I packed my bags and caught a plane over to Virginia. The weather was cold but otherwise pleasant, and to be honest I was surprised how similar it felt to Torquay in November. I normally live in Torquay. I think I put that on your form there. If I did, it won’t hurt you to have it written down twice. I wasn’t, however, fully prepared to meet Arden in person. I’d never met an Internet friend in real life before, and he was far louder and more outgoing than I was prepared for, based on the well thought-out and considerate communications we had previously exchanged. He kept laughing at everything I said as though it was a joke, even when it wasn’t a joke, and would not stop going on about my accent.
Still, all was forgiven when he showed me his gun cabinet. They were beautiful, and while I’m a member of a few shooting clubs over here, you’ve always got to keep your rifles under lock and key, hidden away out of sight. To see a dozen, well-cared for weapons displayed proudly, well, it was just lovely.
We set out the following day, driving up to Blue Ridge from his home in Richmond. It took some time to get there, as everything is so much further apart in America, but we parked at Crabtree Falls shortly after midday. We had our tents and our supplies. I was very excited to don my hunters orange, and to take up my rifle. I was carrying a Winchester M70, which I had read was very good for beginners, while Arden carried a Remington Model 673, his preferred firearm, which he talked about to me at great length. And off we went up the trail.
Our first day was unsuccessful. I was something of a blundering presence, and though Arden was at pains to assure me that our failure was simply due to being too close to a road, I was sure that it was my own crashing footsteps scaring away the creatures. I mean, we hadn’t gone far compared to our proposed route, but we were already several miles from the nearest road.
As the day wore on, we began to look for somewhere to set up camp. We were attempting to “Leave No Trace”, as the Americans say, so we were likely going to set our tents up on the trail itself, but as we began to get them out I heard the strangest thing. It sounded like somebody whistling, a slow version of The Farmer in the Dell or, as I believe it’s more commonly known, A-Hunting We Shall Go.
I looked over, and by the expression of puzzlement on Arden’s face it was clear he heard it as well. I was just about to call out to whoever was whistling, when a figure wandered very casually through the treeline and onto the trail. He walked out of thick woodland as though he were strolling down a promenade. He was short and lean, with long, shaggy black hair and a slightly unkempt goatee. His clothes were the rugged, durable sort you’d expect to see on a hiker, but he had no jacket or coat. He carried no backpack or kit of any sort. In fact it seemed like he was just wandering through the woods with the clothes on his back.
Arden was quicker to pick up on this than I was and asked the man if he needed any help. The hiker stared at him for several long seconds, as though trying to deduce something, then smiled and said, “No”. I didn’t like that smile one bit. Far too many teeth to it, I’d say. He asked us where we were heading, how long we were on the trail for. There was something ever so slightly odd about his intonation, and he dragged the Rs somehow when he spoke. We answered as vaguely as we could without being rude, since neither of us felt comfortable near this man.
The hiker shrugged, and started to walk across the trail, between us. As he did so, he paused for a second, and took a deep breath, and it seemed for all the world like he was sniffing us. Then he said something, I forget exactly. “Tomorrow will be a good day for a run,” or something like that. And then he just started whistling again, and wandered off into the forest behind us. I think both myself and Arden wanted to stop him, it was so clear something wasn’t right with the situation, but we were both… astounded with his manner and I don’t think either of us could have thought of how to do so. And then he was gone.
I needn’t tell you that sleep came difficult. The sounds of the forest at night were far louder than I had ever heard them back home, and every cracking branch, every rustle of leaves, set my nerves on edge. It was an overcast night, and outside the tent was almost completely dark. Around two o’clock in the morning I could have sworn that I heard someone laugh, slow and softly, outside my tent. It sound like it was right by my head, just the other side of the thin nylon wall. By the time I’d managed to get up the courage to check, of course, there was nobody there.
The next day we packed up the camp and set off hunting again, donning our lurid orange vests and rifles. I must admit, I felt ten times better with the weight of the gun in my arms, and was inclined to put the events of the night before behind me. In fact, after a morning spent walking and joking and, on two occasions, damn near bagging an elk, I thought we were both having a splendid time.
It was about four in the afternoon, the sun just starting to begin its descent towards an early autumn dusk, when I saw my elk. I don’t know why, but when I saw him through the trees I knew that he was mine. I told Arden and we started to creep towards it very slowly. He had been teaching me since yesterday, and it wasn’t long before I had my position, and raised my gun. I sighted it just below the ear, and there was a moment, when its head turned right towards me. I could have sworn it looked me in the eye as I prepared to pull the trigger.
A gunshot rang out, but it was not from my gun. The elk startled and ran, and I spun round, but Arden was nowhere to be seen. The shot still echoed through the trees, but he seemed to have vanished. I began to search frantically for him. Had he… Had he been lured away by an elk of his own? Had he been accidentally shot by some other hunters? I called out his name, but there was no reply.
Eventually, after several minutes of desperate searching, I came to a small clearing. There, slumped against one of the trees was Arden. He was dead. The tree behind him was painted in a spray of crimson, and there was a messy hole in the centre of his throat, as though it had been torn out entirely. His rifle lay next to him on the ground, also coated in blood. It seems silly to say now, but my first thought was to check his pulse. So I put my gun down to do so. Obviously he didn’t have one, but I couldn’t understand what was happening. I’d been with him not three minutes before and he had been alive and unharmed. It didn’t make sense.
Then I heard that whistling. That infernal whistling from the treeline. I turned and there was the hiker. His right hand was coated in Arden’s blood, and he grinned at me. Then he began to sprint. His speed was incredible, and he loped from side to side with a sort of zigzag motion. I ran. I know I should have picked up my gun, but you can’t understand just how frightening it is to have something like that, a true predator, running at you full pelt. Your death charging towards you like freight train. You can’t understand what it is to be prey. So I ran.
I turned tail, leaving my pack and my gun behind, and sprinted into the woods. I didn’t look back, I couldn’t. It took all my concentration to keep my footing, to not trip. I could hear him occasionally behind me, as he charged through a bush or scratched against a tree. I think he did it deliberately, you know. To let me know he was still there. There’s no way I could have won that footrace, but I think he must have been toying with me. After a while I could no longer hear him directly behind me, so I slowed to catch my breath. I’m in good shape, as I say, but I’m not a young man and I was dizzy with the exhaustion.
I sat there, so intent on listening out for any sign of danger, of this man, that I barely even noticed night fall. There were no clouds that night, and I was glad, since I had left my torch along with my pack. If I was to run at all during the night, I would need the moonlight to see by. Of course, any experienced hiker would tell you never to travel the woods at night, and certainly not to run through them, but I hardly had any choice if it came to it. And of course it did. The night was barely half an hour old when I heard it again, that… whistling, then the words floating through the trees, but with an low, bass tone to them. “A-hunting we shall go, A-hunting we shall go”.
And once again I ran. By all rights I should have broken my neck, charging off into the darkness like that. I should have tripped on a root or put my foot in a rabbit hole. I should have at least twisted my ankle. Somehow this didn’t happen, though; I ran and ran and, well, I just kept running. It didn’t seem to do me any good, of course. I was still far slower in the dark than I had been during the day, and it was obvious my pursuer could easily outpace me if he wanted to. So many times I’d hear that song coming from in front of me, and turned sharply to avoid it, until I was utterly lost.
Finally, I broke through the treeline. I thought at first I’d found another clearing, but looking down, I saw I was next to Arden’s mutilated body. The wretched thing had just sent me in a circle. For fun. For the chase. I was tired, scared, covered in scratches and bruises over my entire body, and for nothing. I was still going to die.
I turned to face my fate, and for the first time that night got a good look at my hunter. The moonlight shone on him in full and what I saw was not human. It’s hard to describe exactly, but everything about him was sharper. His fingers, his teeth, his face, his eyes. His skin.
As I looked at him, the strangest thing popped into my head. Have you ever read The Duchess of Malfi? I had to study it for my O-Levels, many years ago. Dreadful play, as I remember, the worst sort of old revenge tragedy, all incest and murder and madness. But there’s a line that stays with me, a doctor diagnosing the Duchess’ brother with lycanthropy. As I recall it goes, “Once met the duke, ‘bout midnight in a lane behind St. Mark’s church, with the leg of a man upon his shoulder. Said he was a wolf. Only difference was, a wolf’s skin is hairy on the outside, his on the inside”. Looking at this thing that wanted to kill me, it’s the only way it’s the only description that feels right.
He didn’t charge this time, but slowly stalked towards me. I was… acutely aware of the loaded guns by my feet, but I’d seen how fast it could move and I didn’t rate my chances. It got close. Close enough that I could smell the foetid breath. Close enough that I could see the most disturbing thing illuminated by the moonlight: the slick drool on its lips as it salivated in anticipation of a kill. Then it attacked me.
I am, in some ways, very proud of how I acted during that encounter. You see, as long as the thing didn’t think I was any sort of threat, I hoped it might get sloppy and clearly telegraph its strike. I was right; it drew back its arm and swung a clumsy, triumphant blow. I forget, did I mention my military background? Well, I used to be an officer in the Air Force. Now, it’s been a long time since the Gulf War, and I didn’t do much in the way of hand-to-hand fighting even then, but the training is something that stays with you. It certainly served me well for this one, desperate move, as I caught his arm and pitched his motion around. His claws dug into my shoulder, but missed my neck, and he fell to the floor, tripped by his own momentum. He began to get to his feet almost immediately, but it brought me the precious seconds to grab my rifle and press it to his chest. I didn’t hesitate.
The shot ripped through him and he jerked in pain. Not wanting to take any chances, I fired again and again and again until my rifle was empty. Then I picked up Arden’s rifle and emptied that one into him as well.
Even after all of that, he still wasn’t dead. He had three bullets in his heart, two in his head and many more through the rest of him, but still he writhed there, making weak noises. I didn’t know how long this would slow him down for, but I hoped it would give me enough time to escape properly. I looked back as I left the clearing to see him slowly and painfully pushing his claws into his chest, digging for the bullets.
It was luck that saved me, in the end. Some park rangers were driving past our trail on a road about two miles distant. They were coming to investigate the gunshots and I stumbled on to the road through sheer good fortune. I never saw that thing again, or Arden, unfortunately, though they managed to find and recover his body about a week later. I don’t think I’ll try hunting again. I know the thrill of power that comes with the ability to end the life of something weaker than you, but… I can’t forget what it’s like to be the hunted.
ARCHIVIST
Statement ends.
Hunted. Yes, I think I’m starting to know the feeling.
Arden Neeli was found dead half a mile off the Appalachian Trail in Virginia on 1st December 2010. His death was ruled a wild animal attack. Mr. Mortimer was treated for physical and mental trauma, but was not implicated in his death. Quite frankly that’s all the investigation I’m willing to do on this one. ‘Wolfmen in America’ is too far-fetched and too far away for me to care about.
It’s… been two months now since Martin returned and we became the ones being… hunted. Are we being hunted? Martin’s still living here, and I’m leaving less and less. The worms keep turning up. We kill them, but there are more each week. What is she waiting for?
End recording.
Petra Iván thank youuuuuu
You are welcome :)
I’ve been reading along to the series when I could bc of you! Thank you so much for this! You’re the bomb 😎
Thanks :)
merlin fans have entered the chat
"we're supposed to be hunting, it requires speed, stealth and an agile mind!"
"so you're able get by on two out of three then?"
lmao
Lol
Yes 🤣🤣
PFFFT- YES!!! XD
I miss the flirting...
TMA is certainly not the place I expected to find fellow Merlin fans
It's okay Jon, I live in the Appalachian mountains and we just decided to ignore the Mountain Men too.
"still all was forgiven when he showed me his gun cabinet" beast line ever
Heard about this show through OSP in a random trope talk video, of all places. This was the first episode I ever listened to, and it has since become one of my favorite werewolf stories of all time. It has all the hallmarks of a good one, and it's beautifully written and performed. Love it. 10/10
That's awesome! Thanks for listening :)
Same, i have already heard from TMA in a Tale Foundry video a while ago, hearing from them again in the OSP video came just at the right time for me to be in the right frame of mind to enjoy the show, and man, im loving it thus far.
Wait what video???
@@Falcon-doing-doodles Overly Sarcastic Productions on TH-cam, they do history/mythology/story trope related videos. I think they got sponsored by tma for a trope talk about deepest fears
Whistling in the Appalachian trail is never a good sign 😭
- sincerely, someone that lives in the Appalachians
The laughter outside the tent at at around 9:00 reminds me of a time I went canoeing with a bunch of other girls, and we ended up having to camp on the side of a creepy road. None of us felt safe so all 10 of us crammed into the same 4 person tent, and to this day I am adamant that I heard someone snicker in the woods behind us, as well as feeling someone stroke my head through the side of the tent.
I remember when I was camping with some friends and I woke up in the middle of the night (which isn’t unusual) and I heard what sounded like fire. I tries to convince myself that leaves were falling on our tent but it really sounded like fire, I woke up the next day and asked my friends about it and they said they heard it too and one of them recorded it before she went back to sleep. In the recording we heard the fire and then we heard what sounded like someone scratching at the tent, but really slowly and deliberately. We did not sleep in the tent the next night.
i think this was the first one that I actually rooted for the paranormal being rather than the victim. It reminded me a lot of Curupira, just.. way more intense. Curupira is a Brazilian folk tale about a mischievous nature spirit that protects the wild life, killing hunters. He's a kid though, and fairly recognizable: red/actively on fire hair, backwards feet and all, but, y'know, who's to say he hasn't grown up?
Thank god I'm not the only one
You value an elk's life more than a human's? That's messed up.
@@Mordal1222 Well, from a cynical perspective, you could say that people are beginning to value a human's life as lower than an elk's life, as opposed to an elk above a human's.
i mean, jesus, people. i express that i thought a being from my folklore was being represented in a cool new way and start rooting for him in a fictional piece of media, and what you all take to heart is that i think all real life hunters should be killed for their sins?
@@TheJuliana0901 That isn't quite what I took from it, but I was tired when I read it and it's quite possible I read it the wrong way. So I apologize.
As a person who has seen multiple adaptations of "The Most Dangerous Game" i knew there was going to be hunting people for sport,still scared me to heck tho
oh yeah we read that and watched a short film of it in my English class last year
good story
I remember that story
Damn, I'm once again struck by the delightful voice acting
"Have you ever read the duchess of Malfi?"
my a level years comparing Rosetti to this random fuckin renaissance play: it was like I was born for this
"All was forgiven when he showed me his gun collection" is a line that is so funny to specifically me
Wolfman or not, seeing elk (by either european or american definition) would certainly make for an unexplained phenomenon all on its own.
Elk are all over the place where I live
@@LucasDimoveo Interesting! Might be a dialectical difference in how we refer to them, I suppose. Up in Maine my family calls everything we've got a deer (as long as it isn't a moose that is), and elk are only found up north of us in Canada.
@@Kandosii Elk are mostly out west in the continental US, but small populations exist in kentucky and recently in 2016 a population was imported from there into west virginia.
@@dragonwithamonocle interesting! I didn't know that. Thanks for the correction!
oh you can just tell this character is a tory
Yup, honestly when I heard the whistling I thought they were going to blame it on a mountain lion, until they said whistling a tune
... is it because of the love for guns?
Yep, as soon as he got into the hunting and guns I knew he was lol
me getting so excited over jon singing when the mechanisms is RIGHT THERE
....Virginia Woolf?
Oh granny, what big teeth you have...
Also this one is a very spoopy
"Its to eat your piece of shit cooking jeez why cant be like *insert successfully sibling name*"
On a relisten, Jon saying he's not going to chase wolfmen in America is very amusing to me
That was one of the most badass gentlemen I’ve ever heard. Emptying a gun into a creature far more powerful than you, then emptying another gun.... fuck me man
This episode was like if the Lorax had had a shot gun: “I speak for the animals mother
f🤬ckers!!!!”
Not gonna lie, kind of the only “evil” spirit I don’t think was that bad lol
Does it speak for the animals now?
@@Sxcheschka Kinda, since apparently it was just stunned by being shot multiple times with hunting rifles, yeah.
Hunting spirits have no problem hunting animals. They just don't want anyone ELSE hunting their prey.
Oh I love monsters like this.
I admit, the part where Lawrence shot the thing multiple times, I was cheering. Sometimes in horror, a victim will only hit or shoot a thing once and assume it's dead. Sure it didn't kill it, but he sure as hell bought himself some much needed time, at least.
Sorry Jonathan, but as a native Virginian, while Elk were reintroduced to the broad Shenandoah area in the mid-2010s, Elk hunting wasn't legal until 2020 x)
Correct me if I’m wrong but last i remember there is also no actual warewolves in Virginia and this is a fictional alternate universe
I've been watching Hannibal (the tv show) so had an image of Will Graham coming for him. XD
Lucinda Jennings There is a pretty good fanfic called “Wolfman”, I think, where Will is the Biloxi Wolfman. Not a literal one, just a serial killer.
I'm not the only one
Lucinda Jennings did you finish Hannibal? Howd you like it? Season four is supposedly coming in the next two years or sooooo!
@@beestorm7609 I did finish, and I loved it.
@@lucindajennings148 while I loved the show, i feel like it should be renamed “Will NO” and “Will what tHE FUCK are you DOING” but over all Hannibal is a great watch. Edit: your cat profile picture is 😭👍
I love Jon i love Jon i love him i love him so much i am obsessed with this little man im going to base my entire personality on him i swear to god aaaaaaaaah!
Oh no, Jon needs a hug :^( I hope everything turns out alright for him.
I thought I was going to have a fun time today but noooooo
Now I have to shit myself all night long trying not to look at the Blue Ridge mountains right outside my window.
Thanks I hate it
Oof.
I'm very new to The Magnus Archives, so to those farther ahead than me, you probably won't agree, but...I believe this one was something different than the past ones. The other ones have been marvelous, yes, but this one...it gave me the feeling of being there. Of being stranded alone in the darkness, only able to think of where you're going and if they are still following, and finding yourself stuck in the same, perilous moment you were in before.
Perhaps it's simply due to this being sort of "in my home-court" since I'm American, but I believe it's more that it took such an instinctual feeling and put it perfectly into words...it voiced fears most of us haven't felt in a long time. It dragged out the fear of, not the darkness itself, but what lay in the darkness.
Anyhoo, I suppose this is all to say that you did an amazing job! You're an enormous role model to someone who enjoys writing and acting, as well as someone who enjoys horror and suspense. I'm sure there's better to come and II look forward to it!
I think that's what's wonderful with this podcast - it is written in such an intimate way and with so many varying angles that eventually, you find one (or several) that click with your personal experience. I had that exact feeling you describe with Lost in the Crowd and Tucked In, where it just hits close to home and suddenly takes you from "Excellent Story" to "WELL THAT. WAS PERSONAL."
13:37 Jon singing for anyone who wants to hear it again
Thank you so much
“Apalashean”
Jon, you just caused every person in the southeast who listens to this to evaporate
When he said everything was sharp about the Wolf man, was I the only one who imagined his skin to be like, metallic? Nope? Just me then (｡-_-｡' )
I was thinking boney
So it's not just vampires who sparkle in the sun...
"we were likely going to set our tents up on the trail itself, but as we began to get them out I heard the strangest thing."
On the Appalachian Trail, no you f**king didn't.
How is no one TALKING ABOUT THE THROAT BEING TORN LIKE THE CIRCUS PUPPET EPISODE
To be fair, they had torn off jaws
@@ot7biasedmashups I was about to say that myself, but this is also the third time death has been preceded by music. First with the spirit of war, second with the puppets, and now the whistling of wolfmen in America
Hearing that this took place in Appalachia was all I needed to know 😂
Yo Why does the Hunt avatar guy sound like a whole daddy.
I know right
Aww
Poor Jon. He sounds so tired, and genuinely scared. I hope he and Martin survive :(
Guess I'll find out.
Almost heaven, West Virginia! Blue ridge mountain , fucking wearwolf man! Country roads!
The whistling of "A-hunting we will go" while strolling up to others reminded me so much of the Beast in The Magicians! Anyone else here know that show?
I just wanted to add some admiration for the classic character type utilized here. Spoilers. It’s very much a Victorian epistolary novel kind of thing, where you are introduced to this gentleman who is very very posh and a little silly, and he is seeking to attain a type of bluff masculinity that is at odds with his personality as we see it. “Oh, wouldn’t big game hunting in America be fun! I shall plan my outing carefully...” and then things go awry, and the wolf/bear/cougar/bandit is chasing him, and he’s so tired and this is so terrifying and this poor silly man is in for it, we fear, and then boom, “Oh, yes, well you see I have military training.”
the military training bit CRACKED ME UP
And you know, on my fifth or sixth re-listen, our silly gentleman’s words really hint strongly that he seems to have been touched by the hunt or possibly the slaughter (military training bonus gift, perhaps) before this incident.
Elk in the blue ridge? An odd tale on its own...
joking aside, love the series
Athena Gubbe It’s actually not too much of a stretch, since they’ve been reintroducing them along the blue ridge mountain range and they can be found in limited areas along Virginia, either way this series is SO addictive.
@@Bailey-the-Domain-Keeper Though it wasn't legal to hunt them until last year.
@@Malganis85 Perhaps, but then again the timeline could be slightly off from our own world
wolfmen in america? no way!
wolfmen in london? NOW THATS A STORY I CANT GET BEHIND!!
This makes me think of a very good short story called The Most Dangerous Game
knife monopoly?
Seeing people talking about Jon's voice acting got me thinking. And if this is your first time listening, don't read this comment
Considering how the archivavis powers manifest later on the series, I wouldn't be surprised if the early stages of this power was him channeling the person giving a statement, hence him changing his voice per statement, just an interesting thought I had
That's what I was thinking. Especially because in some of the statements you can hear that static from later episodes for just a few seconds. Jon might think he's just reading normally, but in reality he's channeling the fear of the victims to unknowingly feed The Eye.
Kudos to Laurence for not giving up and fighting back
"shaggy black hair"
oh, a werewolf?
"too many teeth"
...that's probably a werewolf
"dragged the R's"
oh no yeah werewolf alert. get em boys
As an American, when I heard they were camping out in the Appalachian Mtns...I knew they were done for.
only 6 minutes in and the guy he's describing come out of the tree line looks like Dan from Dan Vs. in my brain now.
The danger is gettin to John. Poor Magnus Crew.
It's the way I immediately went "Don't go there.." the second he stated they planned to hike overnight in the Appalachian Mountains 😭 I know there are a lot of doubters about the mountain range, but there really is such an unsettling feel out there at night. Even during the day if you don't have a travel partner, honestly
So class, what did we learn today?
Don't go wandering off the trail in the Appalachians. Least of all at night, alone, and/or unarmed
Well that was unsettling. Especially the end
Lemme just say, as a person who's watched this entire series already, this title is absolutely hilarious
oooh jon is growing more anxious now, the plot thickens
Told my self to watch 4 a day it's been 2 days and here I am
I can’t believe this podcast has been out there and I didn’t find it till now! These stories would make the best tv series! But we would have to have all the voice actors because their voices are just so intoxicating!!! This is amazing!!
I felt Jon's pain even at the beginning of that statement wtf. Such good and subtle acting
Me when the episode began: Oh hey, I’m from Blueridge! ……*oh fuck, I’m from Blueridge.*
Damn I really think that monster was my favourite so far
this is the literal interpretation of a remix between take me home, country roads and werewolves of london
Anyone else hear that one dude, Dylan, from that pixie Bratz movie who was mind controlled and would sing "a hunting we will go, a hunting we will go. We'll catch a fox and put it in a box and then we'll let it go" Lmaooo
The whiplash I got at the start of the statement when Jon's voice turned cheery dsfkjfsdhjkf
The most unbelievable thing about this episode is that the outdoors and gun enthusiast from Virginia is named "Arden"
Ayy I live in Virginia !!
I'm in Richmond too this is wild lmao
I’d say that’s cool which it is, but also this is a horror story so I don’t know if that’s exactly a good thing 😂
Who knows, maybe you’ll also get hunted for sport!
@@Speckaboo oh god thats all I want
I quite like this one
Protagonist: Hears weird noise in Appalachian woods
Me, an American: Oh no
31 episodes already?! How did that happen!
Loved this man vocabulary , really lovely
It's so fun to hear a story taking place in my home state. It's like Oh! I've been to Richmond! I've been to blue ridge! Neat :)
13:37
Jon singing is the absolute strangest shit and nothing in this show will top it ever.
It’s honestly a bit unsettling-
@@foxthemess518 just wait till you discover the mechanisms :D
THANK YOU THATS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR
Fun fact: the last elk of Virginia's original herd was killed in 1855, and elk were not reintroduced into Virginia until 2012. Now, to hunt elk in Virginia, you have to pay and apply for the Elk Hunt Lottery, where only six hunters can actually go and hunt one bull elk each.
Basically, dude couldn't have just come from England to Virginia on a whim to hunt some elk for funsies, and especially not in 2010. BUT Jon was spot on about the location (Blue Ridge) in VA.
Not trying to be mean or like "um actually," but I just thought it was interesting. Because as I was listening the first time he said they were hunting elk in Virginia I was immediately like, "Wait there are elk in Virginia?" (I'm from Arkansas.) So anyway just thought it would be some random knowledge to share.
COUNTRY ROADS
Jon’s voice!! It sounds so different I love his acting hehe
rip jon at the end of this one dayum, this is why i shouldnt have put this off for so long this gets better and better