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Taken a way too long break from writing, so I'm back to work on one that has been on the backburner...
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As the light faded, the darkness’ talons began to claim their grip upon the surface of Earth. The shadows crept forward with the setting Sun, slowly growing as the rays of the distant star became lower and fainter, leaving only fleeting glances of its light between the tall and rugged trunks and branches of the forest. All across its far territory, the animal denizens started to settle down in preparation for the coming night, huddling together in herd or scarpering into holes and burrows. On the opposite spectrum, those that were brave enough to make use of the cold, dark hours that lay ahead waited in anticipation for the conditions to be right. Eager for the hunt to begin.

It was not a particularly special forest that Riku Asakura found himself standing in, just another of the many redwood bastions that spanned the Northern Californian coast. The sight of these colossal plants would have been awe-inspiring, had he not seen similar woods back home composed of the American flora’s Asian relatives. Of course, the coast redwoods and giant sequoia could reach over twice the height of the Japanese cedar that the Japanese youth was familiar with, but it was little more than meaningless trivia. From the viewpoint of Riku, size was a concept that no longer carried meaning.

He hadn’t come halfway around the world, far, far away from his home of Japan, to take in the sights of America, but for something greater. As he looked away from the towering canopy, with its dense layers of branches and leaves hindering light from reaching the soil below, the young adult trekked away from the darkening forest into the clearing chosen for him. His new location let him better track the position of the Sun as it lowered closer towards the unseen horizon. Soon, night would be upon the landscape, plunging these woods into pitch darkness, leaving every creature here, man or beast, at the mercy of nature’s judgement.

But the reason for Riku’s mission was unlike anything that nature had intended. Within the twilight hours, he would begin to make his move and seek out the abnormality that plagued not only this region, but the whole planet itself. Something malignant, repulsive and unnatural that should only have existed in camp fire stories and terrible dreams in the night, but instead held the forsaken right to walk and stalk the Earth.

Siren Head.

No one could truthfully say anything on the creature’s existence; where it came from, how it behaved or what it wanted. The common information came from tales of fiction spread across the Internet by those aiming to generate fear and interest in pursuit of becoming the next big trend in digital media. These stories were the first information that Riku found upon it, and he wished that the well of evidence had dried up there, leaving Siren Head as nothing more but another bogeyman of the 21st century to have its time in the spotlight and fade into obscurity.

That changed over 24 hours ago. A normal day was the start of the events that led him here, where the occupants of Nebula House had received a surprise visit from Zena and Moa, not as friends, but as agents of the AIB. Riku could remember the confusion that ran through his mind while Zena explained the reason for their arrival, bringing with him a video recording taken from the body cameras of a squad from the organisation’s American branch. His eyes squeezed shut, lowering his head with an expression of grimace as he recounted the details of the footage…

It was a reconnaissance and rescue operation. A transport ship had taken damage within the fields of spank junk across the planet’s outer atmosphere and crash-landed inside the boundaries of Redwood National Park, carrying almost a hundred refugees from Planet Fanegon. From what was available in RE.M’s database, it was an isolated, backwater, but fairly peaceful planet, but had been left decimated during the events of the Omega Armageddon and forced the slug-like people to find another home amongst the cosmos.
When AIB forces had secured the crash site, the majority of the population had been recovered and detained without issue. However, witnesses claimed that a few, disorientated and terrified by the disaster, had split off from the group and fled deep into the forest. With darkness fast approaching, a small team went off in search of the missing aliens while the light was still good, as locating a group of stressed-out extra-terrestrials under the cover of night would prove to be a difficult operation.

As the recording progressed, nothing appeared to come off as wrong at first, following the search party’s exploration into the towering trees, while the daylight continued to grow fainter and fainter with every passing minute. The trunks of the forest and their crooked webs of branches seemed to take on twisted shapes and forms in the low light conditions, and as the footage continued onwards, neither Riku, Laiha nor Pega could shake off a sense of dread that appeared to consume them. Although they had yet to see it, each member of the trio began to understand that something inside the recording was wrong.

Then, at the moment when the rescuers finally located the missing Fanegons, they heard it. Even after only hearing it once, hours before, the sound of that haunting, distorted siren continued to echo within his thoughts, repeating over and over in a tormenting cycle. In the footage, the siren played loudly across the forest, and he had been the first to recognise the expressions of terror that fell across the Fanegon’s faces, while the agents simply searched the air in confusion.

A minute later, as the last beams of sunlight peaked the horizon, the broadcast came to a sudden halt, and there was silence across the woods. Complete silence. No bird song, deer calls or rustling of the wind in the leaves. The sensation of terror gripped the viewers in its vice-like grip.

And only minutes later did it arrive. The Siren Head, as he would later learn was its name.

It wasn’t a battle, but a scene out of a slasher movie. With his eyes closed, the images flashed before his vision as clear as ice. Riku remembered how he could only stare in horror at the bloody carnage that flashed across the screen as the thing ripped through the pack of aliens, innocent and armed alike, with brutality unlike nothing he had seen. Nackle, Serpent, Keel, Zamu – all powerful alien races whose members had been amongst the AIB’s ranks that should have stood a chance against the mysterious creature. It tore them all apart with ease, but not haste. It used the forest’s dark and claustrophobic setting to stalk and prey upon its victims, picking them off one-by-one. Sometimes, it was obvious, but others… people would simply step out of the camera’s focus and never appear again.

The violent scene was enough to bring innocent Pega to tears, and Laiha, normally so stoic, was broken by the horror before their eyes. Riku felt fear, and he felt sorrow, but above all of that, a stronger emotion burned at the monstrous images. One more primal that linked back to the genes behind the youth’s creation. There was no misunderstanding what this creature was and what it wanted. It was a monster, in both the plainest and extremest terms, and thus it was the responsibility – no, the duty of the AIB and himself to oppose and defeat.

And now here he was, in the middle of practically nowhere, far from the nearest point of civilisation on the hunt for the mysterious creature. Aside from the gruesome footage captured and the poor and conflicting evidence gathered from the “stories” of Siren Head, there wasn’t a way from Zena and Moa or RE.M to locate or track it down. At the moment, the two agents, plus Laiha and Pega were situated around two miles out from their location inside the ship form of Nebula House, monitoring the vast area while communicating with AIB HQ in their best efforts to try and pin down whatever it was they were facing.
But the fact of the matter was, no one knew what to do, or even what they could do with the revelations provided by the deceased agent’s recordings. They were going in blind against an enemy that was impossible to understand or acknowledge. The concept was frightening.

That was why, in spite of their heavy protests, Riku had chosen to go it alone for this mission. He couldn’t be the one to let his friends be put at the mercy of this unearthly monster. It had to be him alone who took up the task of confronting the entity before it took any more lives. But more than that, Riku felt that he had to be him that did this, drawn to answer the call to arms, as if destiny itself had organised events to ensure that this encounter came to be, for whatever unknown intentions it had for the innocent youth.

Long ago, Riku had fought tooth and nail to reject the plans of fate and forge his own legacy amongst the universe, away from the foul shadow cast upon his name by the reputation of his now-departed father. But here and now, the circumstances were different, with the stands of Destiny’s web pointed towards an outcome that he was determined to make happen.

Whatever happened tonight, Riku would embrace his destiny as an Ultraman.

He opened his eyes, sensing a change in the atmosphere. Silence. Moments before, the clearing was filled with the last bird song of the evening, and in the distance, the eerie calls of elk and wolves as they prepared for the activities of the night. Now there was nothing at all. Even the wind had fallen quiet, no longer whistling through the forest, rustling the tree tops. For the first time since setting foot in the forest, Riku could hear nothing but himself. It was if nature had called for silence and the forests had obeyed, as animals did when they wanted to avoid drawing the attention of a stalking predator.

But what kind of predator could instil such paralysing fear into nature itself? Riku looked across and around the clearing, holding his breath as he waited for the answer to reveal itself. He wanted to be right, but at the same time… his trembling hands gave away the weakness in his courage.

Finally, a new sound broke the tension in the air, causing Riku to turn his gaze towards North. It was an artificial, distorted sound, a dull beep or buzz, like a warning siren, that played over and over in a loop, echoing far across the park’s slopes and valleys. It was not a sound that would be expected to hear deep in the Californian wilderness, but there was something more than that. Something not quite right with the blaring noise that Riku couldn’t pinpoint, but it sent a tingle of anticipated dread running down the length of his spine. This was the same sound that had played throughout the horrifying encounter with the AIB and the lost refugees, the proof that the youth needed, but never wanted to hear. It was still here.

Steeling his nerves, the artificial teen drew out the flare pistol stashed in the inner pocket of his jacket, clenching the grip and trigger in a hold like iron as he mustered up the courage he would undoubtedly need. The park had been closed down by order of the AIB, using the cover story of an overnight rescue training exercise to explain away the events of tonight and the night before. In theory, there shouldn’t be another human around for miles except for himself and his companions, but in this scenario, the room for error would have consequences that Riku would not allow himself to bear.

Perhaps there were campers or hikers still within the boundaries that hadn’t received the closure message, unaware of the danger they were now in. Or maybe, instead of hunting for its prey, the creature might use its mimicry of sound to lure in unsuspecting peoples from the numerous towns that surrounded the forest. He couldn’t run the risk of it choosing another target upon the eve of the forthcoming night, so to preserve their lives, Riku had to do the unthinkable. He had to draw out its attention.

With a puff of smoke, the red radiance of the emergency flare showered the clearing as it shot up into the orange sky, casting twisted shadows across the moss and bark that littered the forest floor using the gnarled branches that hung above. For miles around, the glowing orb would be visible like a second sun upon the horizon and unmissable to the naked eye. Riku loosened his grip, allowing the empty flare gun to clatter to the ground as he craned upwards to track the rising signal. His heightened senses listened out for any form of response from his quarry, sweat forming upon the teen’s brow and hands shaking nervously. Would the living nightmare take the bait?

The broadcast cut off suddenly, allowing serenity to fall back over the woodland. Stuck between a breath of relief and a wave of terror, Riku’s heart felt like freezing up inside his chest while he waited longer. His fists stopped trembling just enough for him to cross his fingers, silently praying to every name that crossed his mind for this plan to work.

‘Please, please, please…’

A horrible noise sounded out, like a cross between a broken tornado siren and the unearthly scream of something spawned outside of this world. It knew.

In the distance came the faint sounds of demolition as the source of the call began to move towards the flare’s location. Riku was left surprised by the speeds that it seemed to be achieving, as the quiet chorus slowly and steadily began to rise in volume to signify its approach. It meant there was little time to make his own move. No time at all to hesitate and second guess his actions, forcing the teen to take responsibility for the choices made this evening. No running away now. It was time to face a new destiny, whatever it may be.

He equipped the Geed Riser to his hand and raised it before him. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he clutched the item, with only his steeled nerves stopping the youth’s arm from shaking. In the flare’s crimson glow, however, his brown eyes appeared to shine bright with courage, as he chanted the words that had kept him going in the moments of despair that came before.

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Looking forward to this one!
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Hoping I can finally get something of mine into the KWCE.
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Mechagodzilla was victorious.

The titanic mech stood amongst the flaming ruins of Hong Kong, its piercing red eyes casting an ominous glow that pierced the thick smoke shrouding the city. Glowing blue energy pulsated along the silvery mech’s body as it surveyed the destruction around it. A low cackle-like sound emanated from the mech as it started to move around. It had finally won, having killed its age-old rival. Laughing again, Mechagodzilla could finally see its goal starting to come into fruition. The mech started to walk slightly faster, picking up the pace as it made its way towards the coast. As it moved, convoluted thoughts plagued Mechagodzilla’s mind. A mix of himself, a human, and an artificial intelligence. Though he controlled his new body, thoughts and actions from the other two minds sometimes mixed into his own, confusing him. But one thing had remained constant, the hatred for his age-old enemy. However, now that his rival was dead, what united them? Emitting a low hiss of frustration, Mechagodzilla simply pushed its other thoughts out of its head and arrived at its destination. In his other body, he could have easily flown over the vast expanse of liquid in front of him, but alas, those days were gone. Mechagodzilla moved to enter the water, but it’s attention was soon caught by it sensing something nearing its location. Mechagodzilla cackled evilly as its hands rotated and locked. Just another enemy to crush.

A dark shape slowly neared the coast of Hong Kong, an eerie orange light lighting the way through the murky water. As the water became more and more shallow, the entity started to walk towards its quarry, its form slowly nearing the surface. Finally, the rogue jaeger breached the surface, stomping towards the silvery mecha in front of it.

Obsidian Fury had arrived.

The sleek black robot made its way towards Mechagodzilla, who roared threateningly at the rogue jaeger. Ignoring it’s opponent’s threatening bellows, The Jaeger continued walking towards the mechanical king of the monsters. It’s only mission was the extermination of the false king, one it would carry out without fail.

As Obsidian fury continued to walk forwards, several apertures on its shoulders opened up, a barrage of missiles firing out of their chambers, hitting Mechagodzilla in the torso. Roaring out of fury, Mechagodzilla started forwards, firing off a barrage of missiles of its own.

The missiles of both mechanical entities collided, creating a cloud of smoke in the middle of the battlefield, Obsidian Fury looked around, trying to figure out where its opponent was while also trying to dissipate the smoke around it. Suddenly, before it could react, a plasma coated punch hit Obsidian fury right on the face, making it stumble before receiving a second attack on the torso, throwing the jaeger into a building.

Recovering from the attack, Obsidian fury raised its arm up to block another swing from Mechagodzilla before swiftly clocking the mech in the jaw. As Mechagodzilla stumbled back, Obsidian fury quickly followed up with an uppercut before elbowing Mechagodzilla in the head. Careening back, Mechagodzilla roared in frustration as it tried to slam both of it fists onto Obsidian fury, but the rogue jaeger deftly dodged the attack and wrapped one of its arms around Mechagodzilla’s neck and started hammering away at its head with its other arm.

Mechagodzilla backpedaled wildly, dislodging Obsidian fury from it. Turning around quickly, Mechagodzilla slammed its fist into Obsidian fury’s chest again. This time however, Obsidian managed to catch the mechanical Kaijus punch, before giving one of his own right to the face of Mechagodzilla. Obsidian fury then gripped Mechagodzilla’s jaws and pried them open with enough force to wrench the mecha’s jaws off. But before Obsidian fury could successfully pull off its attack, the inside of Mechagodzillas mouth glowed a bright red that grew more and more intense until a powerful beam of energy erupted out. The Proton Scream hit Obsidian fury in the face, scorching the rogue jaeger’s faceplate.

The attack caught Obsidian off guard, as it hadn’t expected an attack like it, but it now knew that staying near Mechagodzilla’s mouth was a hazard. Mechagodzilla cackled as it fired off the proton scream again, but Obsidian fury managed to skirt around the beam attack and body-slam Mechagodzilla to the side. With a roar, Mechagodzilla crashed into a building, covering part of its body with rubble.

Mechagodzilla recovered quickly after crashing into the building and roared angrily, turning to its opponent. Obsidian fury emotionlessly stomped forwards, about to rush at the Mech when it noticed something odd. the dorsal plates of Mechagodzilla started separating from its body. The dorsal plates soon started transforming, turning into drones that Mechagodzilla controlled. With a bellow of anger, Mechagodzilla commanded his drone army to attack Obsidian fury, who brought its arms up defensively as the drones unleashed their guns.

With its drones distracting its opponent, Mechagodzilla charged headfirst into Obsidian Fury. Obsidian fury stumbled a bit, but the rogue jaeger was able to grab the Mechanical Kaiju by the neck, lifting him up and swinging Mechagodzilla around before throwing him away into several buildings. Bullets from the drones attracted Obsidian fury’s attention again, forcing the jaeger to concentrate on the Drones. Obsidian fury tried killing the drones with brute force first, grabbing several ones and crushing them under his claw-like hands, but there were too many of the robotic entities to crush. Realizing this, the rogue jaeger activated one of its many hidden abilities. Obsidian fury’s spine started glowing orange as its signal jammers activated with a sizzling sound. Each of the drones started malfunctioning, cutting out their connection. As the drones dropped like flies, Obsidian fury turned around to suddenly be tackled by Mechagodzilla. This fight wasn’t over yet.
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Gambler’s Gulch was in a panic.

A trail of destruction had been carved through the city, dismantled building and burning wreckage lining the streets as a terrible force of nature had reared its ugly head and made its presence known to the world. Civilians were rendered terrified, and military soldiers had been deployed both to aid the general populace, and to vainly attempt to halt the advance of that which currently was on a rampage.

Their efforts, as one might pessimistically expect, would prove fruitless.

Crushing a tank to a flattened slab of pulverized metal underfoot, Togera let out a trumpeting roar as he stood triumphantly within the heart of Gambler’s Gulch. Awakened by the atomic energies leaked by the alien saucers that had been bested by the military’s prowess in the past, the radioactive dinosaur was roused into action upon reaching Gambler’s Gulch, having full intention of razing the entire city to the ground in spite of the military’s best efforts. Tanks and aircraft had been deployed against the green goliath, but they all were taken down with almost disgusting ease by the spiked kaiju’s power.

It was this display of Togera’s might that prompted the human forces to make their next decision. Clearly, their usual troops were proving ineffective at subduing the threat at hand. It was time to take things up a notch.

The roar of jets overhead caught Togera’s attention as the emerald saurian was in the midst of furthering his destructive rampage, the kaiju turning his gaze skywards. A silvery figure descended from the heavens, supported by multiple jets that carried it with a line of cables. The newcomer was a machine, albeit one with a shape that bore more than a passing resemblance to some sort of prehistoric monster. Several rows of leaf-shaped dorsal spines ran down its back, its long tail held out behind it. Its eyes lit up with a golden glow as its systems went online, the mecha raised its clawed hands as it released a synthetic roar.

Kiryu stood tall as the jets disengaged and left the scene, the mecha having given its challenge to Togera, who was none too pleased about this change of events. Something about the newcomer unnerved the reptile slightly, as though there was something alive about him. Whatever the case, it just provoked Togera all the more into a battle eager state of mind, the reptile letting out his own bellowing cry in return as he protracted his wrist blades.
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What happened to this place?

That was the question running through Bagan’s mind as he stomped through the scorched lands, utterly perplexed by the devastation around him that he did not cause. The sky was an ominous red in color, and the God of Darkness couldn’t see a single cloud above him. He continued to trek through the evil landscape, slowly approaching the presence he had felt. The reason he was here in the first place.

Bagan had sensed something in this area of Earth. To his confusion, it didn’t feel like anything he had encountered before, it felt like something entirely different, something malicious. He remembered his numerous battles with Godzilla, the King of the Monsters, causing him to growl slightly in rage. This new presence was certainly not Godzilla, he could sense it. What was even stranger was that the new being he sensed didn’t feel alien. He had fought several alien adversaries such as King Ghidorah, Spacegodzilla and Bagorah, yet the presence still felt all too unfamiliar to him. It felt… corrupting. Overwhelming, even. And despite how unbelievable it sounded, Bagan could swear that at several points, the presence was trying to invade his very mind.

As Bagan continued to trek towards whatever it was he sensed, he suddenly saw something fly into view in the crimson skies. The Super Monster glared at the new arrival as it traversed the air on red, leathery wings. It was a bizarre hybrid of several creatures; it had a red long neck with a beaked head that somewhat resembled a dragon, blue arms with fins and a fish head sticking out of its abdomen, and a hairy lower half. Bagan continued to watch the peculiar monster fly, immediately realizing that it was also heading towards the direction where the malicious presence lay. The God of Darkness grunted and continued to march onwards.

The beast now soaring the skies was a creature as equally ancient as Bagan. Chinese legend spoke of three mighty monsters that haunted the land, sea and sky, all controlled by a powerful force of evil. However, what the ancient civilizations didn’t know was that the three beasts were the same creature, able to change its form to better navigate certain terrain. It had only been seen once in the modern age, having fought Godzilla before being overwhelmed by the nuclear king’s power and supposedly dying in the ocean. Contrary to what many believed, it lived in hiding under the ocean, waiting for the day when it could rise again. Waiting for the chance to take revenge on Godzilla.

Waiting for the world to once again witness the terror of Bakan.

It had risen now, but not to hunt down the monster it harbored absolute hatred for. Like Bagan, the shapeshifter had sensed the otherworldly presence, and a mix of curiosity and fear drove it to seek out just what it exactly was. Bakan had tried to look for Godzilla when he awoke, however the Chinese legend couldn’t find him anywhere. The behemoth was simply nowhere to be seen, whether it be on dry land or in the depths of the sea. Bakan decided his desire for revenge would have to wait, and that he would confront this dangerous force he sensed first. The ancient being, in his Dragon God Beast form, continued to fly towards the anomaly as Bagan followed.

The God of Darkness looked around as he continued to walk. He could see destroyed buildings strewn around, fire engulfing some of the lands. Patches of red were on the ground too, though Bagan couldn’t tell what they were. As he continued to walk towards the presence, he felt… unnerved. The Super Monster growled with frustration. He couldn’t understand why he felt afraid, for he was one of the strongest monsters out there, and he had done battle with equally powerful kaiju before. The likes of Godzilla and Destoroyah did nothing to make him feel fear. He just couldn’t understand why he felt afraid, it was almost as if the fear was invading his mind against his will-

Bagan bellowed into the air in rage. He began to walk faster, determined more than ever to hunt down the presence. Whatever it was, he would destroy it, he would purge it from the world and his mind, and if the flying creature got in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to annihilate it too. Bagan charged forward until, at last, he reached the place, Bakan landing a bit far away from him. As Bagan looked on, he finally saw it. The being that had been beckoning him to come here. The anomaly he sensed. The God of Darkness growled as he stared it down, with the feelings of fear beginning to return to him from just looking at this creature.

It was wrong. The thing’s visage was nothing short of horrifying and otherworldly. Four spider legs extended from a ribbed body, a sharp tail jutting out behind it. Thin arms emerged from the beast’s front, twitching slightly in anticipation. The beast’s face was frighteningly human in shape, possessing eye sockets, nose holes and a permanent grimace that radiated evil. The most striking thing, however, was the beast’s flesh; every part of it was coated in red.

Bakan grunted in shock as it stepped back, and Bagan began to shake as his eyes met the soulless, empty sockets of RED.

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GodzillaFan8889 wrote: Mon Jul 19, 2021 11:07 pm
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What happened to this place?

That was the question running through Bagan’s mind as he stomped through the scorched lands, utterly perplexed by the devastation around him that he did not cause. The sky was an ominous red in color, and the God of Darkness couldn’t see a single cloud above him. He continued to trek through the evil landscape, slowly approaching the presence he had felt. The reason he was here in the first place.

Bagan had sensed something in this area of Earth. To his confusion, it didn’t feel like anything he had encountered before, it felt like something entirely different, something malicious. He remembered his numerous battles with Godzilla, the King of the Monsters, causing him to growl slightly in rage. This new presence was certainly not Godzilla, he could sense it. What was even stranger was that the new being he sensed didn’t feel alien. He had fought several alien adversaries such as King Ghidorah, Spacegodzilla and Bagorah, yet the presence still felt all too unfamiliar to him. It felt… corrupting. Overwhelming, even. And despite how unbelievable it sounded, Bagan could swear that at several points, the presence was trying to invade his very mind.

As Bagan continued to trek towards whatever it was he sensed, he suddenly saw something fly into view in the crimson skies. The Super Monster glared at the new arrival as it traversed the air on red, leathery wings. It was a bizarre hybrid of several creatures; it had a red long neck with a beaked head that somewhat resembled a dragon, blue arms with fins and a fish head sticking out of its abdomen, and a hairy lower half. Bagan continued to watch the peculiar monster fly, immediately realizing that it was also heading towards the direction where the malicious presence lay. The God of Darkness grunted and continued to march onwards.

The beast now soaring the skies was a creature as equally ancient as Bagan. Chinese legend spoke of three mighty monsters that haunted the land, sea and sky, all controlled by a powerful force of evil. However, what the ancient civilizations didn’t know was that the three beasts were the same creature, able to change its form to better navigate certain terrain. It had only been seen once in the modern age, having fought Godzilla before being overwhelmed by the nuclear king’s power and supposedly dying in the ocean. Contrary to what many believed, it lived in hiding under the ocean, waiting for the day when it could rise again. Waiting for the chance to take revenge on Godzilla.

Waiting for the world to once again witness the terror of Bakan.

It had risen now, but not to hunt down the monster it harbored absolute hatred for. Like Bagan, the shapeshifter had sensed the otherworldly presence, and a mix of curiosity and fear drove it to seek out just what it exactly was. Bakan had tried to look for Godzilla when he awoke, however the Chinese legend couldn’t find him anywhere. The behemoth was simply nowhere to be seen, whether it be on dry land or in the depths of the sea. Bakan decided his desire for revenge would have to wait, and that he would confront this dangerous force he sensed first. The ancient being, in his Dragon God Beast form, continued to fly towards the anomaly as Bagan followed.

The God of Darkness looked around as he continued to walk. He could see destroyed buildings strewn around, fire engulfing some of the lands. Patches of red were on the ground too, though Bagan couldn’t tell what they were. As he continued to walk towards the presence, he felt… unnerved. The Super Monster growled with frustration. He couldn’t understand why he felt afraid, for he was one of the strongest monsters out there, and he had done battle with equally powerful kaiju before. The likes of Godzilla and Destoroyah did nothing to make him feel fear. He just couldn’t understand why he felt afraid, it was almost as if the fear was invading his mind against his will-

Bagan bellowed into the air in rage. He began to walk faster, determined more than ever to hunt down the presence. Whatever it was, he would destroy it, he would purge it from the world and his mind, and if the flying creature got in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to annihilate it too. Bagan charged forward until, at last, he reached the place, Bakan landing a bit far away from him. As Bagan looked on, he finally saw it. The being that had been beckoning him to come here. The anomaly he sensed. The God of Darkness growled as he stared it down, with the feelings of fear beginning to return to him from just looking at this creature.

It was wrong. The thing’s visage was nothing short of horrifying and otherworldly. Four spider legs extended from a ribbed body, a sharp tail jutting out behind it. Thin arms emerged from the beast’s front, twitching slightly in anticipation. The beast’s face was frighteningly human in shape, possessing eye sockets, nose holes and a permanent grimace that radiated evil. The most striking thing, however, was the beast’s flesh; every part of it was coated in red.

Bakan grunted in shock as it stepped back, and Bagan began to shake as his eyes met the soulless, empty sockets of RED.
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It was halfway to his lair, just when he was starting to let himself be lulled into the comforting arms of the Hollow Earth, that Godzilla sensed the call.

The great giant bellowed and turned around, his great tail swishing and scattering frightened abyss dwellers. The great monster king stewed as he swam. Did it ever end? He had once been content to fight to keep the balance, a lonely but fulfilling jobs but that was before, before his queen was lost against the invasive alpha, before the reawakening and he found himself settling dispute between Titans and Titans, humans and Titans, even humans and humans, and the events he had just left: the creation of the false alpha, that forced him to collaborate with the last thief. He was so tired of it all, ready to simply lay his head and rest. Let mankind decide their own fate until their next disaster brought him back out. Hell, he could even let the thief deal with it, he seemed to know what he was doing, especially with that damned ax....

But no. There was no rest for him, not even now. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to light as he began to breach into the bathyal zone and he let out a great sigh that rattled though his gills. He simply let himself drift for a while, enjoying the feeling of the warmer water, listening to the calls of the smaller ocean life. For a moment, he almost remembered what it was like, before he had reawakened and discovered what the world had become. Godzilla enjoyed the water for a moment longer before he listened again. His great senses could easily detect every call on the planet, as if every thing in the world was sitting in the same room as him. For a moment, it was overwhelming, the myriad of cries of Titans, human work, minuscule critters, but he focused past the din on the sound that he heard. He eventually narrowed it down to....

The King of The Monsters's eyes snapped open.

Impossible. It had been millennia since the last hunt, and he had destroyed enough temples and disrupted enough hunts to send a message to the wanderers. Why now?

But in his heart, the saurian knew. The world was changing. Becoming hotter, air stickier, water dirtier, despite the aid of the Titans. Even the invasive alpha's prison was weakening when those foolhardy humans played where they did not belong. Of course, the wanderers would want to continue when the conditions were right for them, or before things got so bad they would not be able to do this again. Fine, then. He had taught them before, he would teach them again.

And so, Godzilla began to rocket though the water, for the first time in years, heading back to Antarctica.

~~~

Miles above the Earth, hungry eyes watched the planet below. They went about their business, equipping themselves with their preferred tools. There was a sense of anticipation in the air. It had been so long since the last Dragon Hunt, and even longer since it had been on this planet, the one that had become infamous for the prey that fought back, and the even greater hunters which lived within. As they went about their business, eventually, a cry went out. The stalkers converged at the center of the ship and stared at shock.

They knew the great shape that was moving towards the hunting grounds. The younger members of the safari stared in shock, in awe that the great beast was not just a story to scare them to stay in line, while the elders watched with trepidation, encounters from the past and legends from the ancestors telling them how hunts went with the beast around. Eventually, the Huntmaster clicked slowly, locking eyes with the Alpha though his biomask. The matriarch was silent for a moment, lost in thought as she played with her pedants and dreadlocks. Eventually, she nodded and held her staff aloft, bellowing a mighty war cry that was answered by the rest of the hunting party.


It had been too long since the hunt. Damn the Burning Hunter. The Dragon Hunt was begun.
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SoggyNoodles2016 wrote: Wed Jul 21, 2021 6:05 pm *Snip*
I am highly intrigued and look forward to this greatly.
GodzillaFan8889 wrote: Mon Jul 19, 2021 11:07 pm
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What happened to this place?

That was the question running through Bagan’s mind as he stomped through the scorched lands, utterly perplexed by the devastation around him that he did not cause. The sky was an ominous red in color, and the God of Darkness couldn’t see a single cloud above him. He continued to trek through the evil landscape, slowly approaching the presence he had felt. The reason he was here in the first place.

Bagan had sensed something in this area of Earth. To his confusion, it didn’t feel like anything he had encountered before, it felt like something entirely different, something malicious. He remembered his numerous battles with Godzilla, the King of the Monsters, causing him to growl slightly in rage. This new presence was certainly not Godzilla, he could sense it. What was even stranger was that the new being he sensed didn’t feel alien. He had fought several alien adversaries such as King Ghidorah, Spacegodzilla and Bagorah, yet the presence still felt all too unfamiliar to him. It felt… corrupting. Overwhelming, even. And despite how unbelievable it sounded, Bagan could swear that at several points, the presence was trying to invade his very mind.

As Bagan continued to trek towards whatever it was he sensed, he suddenly saw something fly into view in the crimson skies. The Super Monster glared at the new arrival as it traversed the air on red, leathery wings. It was a bizarre hybrid of several creatures; it had a red long neck with a beaked head that somewhat resembled a dragon, blue arms with fins and a fish head sticking out of its abdomen, and a hairy lower half. Bagan continued to watch the peculiar monster fly, immediately realizing that it was also heading towards the direction where the malicious presence lay. The God of Darkness grunted and continued to march onwards.

The beast now soaring the skies was a creature as equally ancient as Bagan. Chinese legend spoke of three mighty monsters that haunted the land, sea and sky, all controlled by a powerful force of evil. However, what the ancient civilizations didn’t know was that the three beasts were the same creature, able to change its form to better navigate certain terrain. It had only been seen once in the modern age, having fought Godzilla before being overwhelmed by the nuclear king’s power and supposedly dying in the ocean. Contrary to what many believed, it lived in hiding under the ocean, waiting for the day when it could rise again. Waiting for the chance to take revenge on Godzilla.

Waiting for the world to once again witness the terror of Bakan.

It had risen now, but not to hunt down the monster it harbored absolute hatred for. Like Bagan, the shapeshifter had sensed the otherworldly presence, and a mix of curiosity and fear drove it to seek out just what it exactly was. Bakan had tried to look for Godzilla when he awoke, however the Chinese legend couldn’t find him anywhere. The behemoth was simply nowhere to be seen, whether it be on dry land or in the depths of the sea. Bakan decided his desire for revenge would have to wait, and that he would confront this dangerous force he sensed first. The ancient being, in his Dragon God Beast form, continued to fly towards the anomaly as Bagan followed.

The God of Darkness looked around as he continued to walk. He could see destroyed buildings strewn around, fire engulfing some of the lands. Patches of red were on the ground too, though Bagan couldn’t tell what they were. As he continued to walk towards the presence, he felt… unnerved. The Super Monster growled with frustration. He couldn’t understand why he felt afraid, for he was one of the strongest monsters out there, and he had done battle with equally powerful kaiju before. The likes of Godzilla and Destoroyah did nothing to make him feel fear. He just couldn’t understand why he felt afraid, it was almost as if the fear was invading his mind against his will-

Bagan bellowed into the air in rage. He began to walk faster, determined more than ever to hunt down the presence. Whatever it was, he would destroy it, he would purge it from the world and his mind, and if the flying creature got in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to annihilate it too. Bagan charged forward until, at last, he reached the place, Bakan landing a bit far away from him. As Bagan looked on, he finally saw it. The being that had been beckoning him to come here. The anomaly he sensed. The God of Darkness growled as he stared it down, with the feelings of fear beginning to return to him from just looking at this creature.

It was wrong. The thing’s visage was nothing short of horrifying and otherworldly. Four spider legs extended from a ribbed body, a sharp tail jutting out behind it. Thin arms emerged from the beast’s front, twitching slightly in anticipation. The beast’s face was frighteningly human in shape, possessing eye sockets, nose holes and a permanent grimace that radiated evil. The most striking thing, however, was the beast’s flesh; every part of it was coated in red.

Bakan grunted in shock as it stepped back, and Bagan began to shake as his eyes met the soulless, empty sockets of RED.
Nice and ominous, good stuff. Bagan and Bakan on the same team is great to see.
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Nice and ominous, good stuff. Bagan and Bakan on the same team is great to see.
Actually, I was initially planning for this to be a 3-way battle, but now that you say it, a team-up between Bagan and Bakan wouldn't hurt :wink:

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How did it come to this? It shouldn’t have come to this. The timeline of events over the course of the last days spat in the face of everything that the world had believed in for centuries past, shattering their view of the planet, its inhabitants and the hierarchy all creatures adhered to not with words or facts, but a single, terrible noise. A cry that, when it was first heard, would become ingrained in the human mind for decades after.

Steve Martin wiped the sweat from his trembling blow with his handkerchief, though the task did little to calm his nerves, nor did it clear the salty liquid from his skin. With how long he had been sitting there, repeating the action as his once-steeled nerve started to break, the tiny cloth was now soaked through and basically useless. He clung on to the ruined piece of fabric, finding its presence to be a small comfort in a way. A timely distraction to fall back on so that the gentleman’s mind could find relief from the tragedy happening before his own haunted eyes.

A two-day layover in Japan to catch up with an old friend from college. That should have been all to his visit to the land of the East. But his inquisitive nature as a journalist had led him to be swept up in an overnight mystery turned into what would be the century’s greatest discovery, but at the same, its worst nightmare.

His eyes peered through the room’s main window, sweeping across the buildings and streets outside for what had to be the hundredth time in a row. When he arrived, Steve Martin had been met with a country of life and smiles, welcoming him as a foreign visitor to their lands as if he were an old friend remaking their acquaintance. Now, the same streets, once crowded and lively, now lay choked with flames and marred by debris. Towering buildings, once the pride of Tokyo’s skyline, were engulfed by the raging sea of flames or torn apart, scattered to rubble.

Over the crackles and rumbles came the bangs and rings from the military vehicles and weapons, fighting in vain if not to save the city from destruction, then to protect the lives that remained within, laying down their own so that those lost, tragic souls the chance to find freedom and safety. Though he admired their bravery, Steve’s heart bled with sympathy for those brave men, knowing that many, if not all of them, would not return to their families after tonight.

The booming roar echoed across the demolished city blocks, sending a chill up Mr. Martin’s spine. From the gloom of the black smoke emitting from blazing skyscrapers and factories, that haunting shape appeared, a blurred, shadowed form highlighted by the flames, moving with terrible purpose from one area to another. Its horrible details could be left to the imagination, unable to be made out within the poor conditions, and many could confuse the leviathan for an apparition of spectre formed from confused and fearful minds, coupled by the effects of life-snuffing carbon monoxide suffocating the air.

Steve Martin knew with clarity what it was, but perhaps the uncertainty would have been the better reality to hold onto. He had, after all, been one of the first to witness the creature’s reveal to the world of Man in person, and that encounter was one of the few memories outside of the current moments that would become engraved within his subconscious thoughts until the last days on his deathbed. The world of Man, what once seemed like the ideal dream, was, now and forever, cursed to be a nightmare as eternal as the life of the walking disaster.

A reign to last as long as Godzilla walked Humanity’s Earth.
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MoarCrossovers wrote: Tue Aug 03, 2021 12:18 pm
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How did it come to this? It shouldn’t have come to this. The timeline of events over the course of the last days spat in the face of everything that the world had believed in for centuries past, shattering their view of the planet, its inhabitants and the hierarchy all creatures adhered to not with words or facts, but a single, terrible noise. A cry that, when it was first heard, would become ingrained in the human mind for decades after.

Steve Martin wiped the sweat from his trembling blow with his handkerchief, though the task did little to calm his nerves, nor did it clear the salty liquid from his skin. With how long he had been sitting there, repeating the action as his once-steeled nerve started to break, the tiny cloth was now soaked through and basically useless. He clung on to the ruined piece of fabric, finding its presence to be a small comfort in a way. A timely distraction to fall back on so that the gentleman’s mind could find relief from the tragedy happening before his own haunted eyes.

A two-day layover in Japan to catch up with an old friend from college. That should have been all to his visit to the land of the East. But his inquisitive nature as a journalist had led him to be swept up in an overnight mystery turned into what would be the century’s greatest discovery, but at the same, its worst nightmare.

His eyes peered through the room’s main window, sweeping across the buildings and streets outside for what had to be the hundredth time in a row. When he arrived, Steve Martin had been met with a country of life and smiles, welcoming him as a foreign visitor to their lands as if he were an old friend remaking their acquaintance. Now, the same streets, once crowded and lively, now lay choked with flames and marred by debris. Towering buildings, once the pride of Tokyo’s skyline, were engulfed by the raging sea of flames or torn apart, scattered to rubble.

Over the crackles and rumbles came the bangs and rings from the military vehicles and weapons, fighting in vain if not to save the city from destruction, then to protect the lives that remained within, laying down their own so that those lost, tragic souls the chance to find freedom and safety. Though he admired their bravery, Steve’s heart bled with sympathy for those brave men, knowing that many, if not all of them, would not return to their families after tonight.

The booming roar echoed across the demolished city blocks, sending a chill up Mr. Martin’s spine. From the gloom of the black smoke emitting from blazing skyscrapers and factories, that haunting shape appeared, a blurred, shadowed form highlighted by the flames, moving with terrible purpose from one area to another. Its horrible details could be left to the imagination, unable to be made out within the poor conditions, and many could confuse the leviathan for an apparition of spectre formed from confused and fearful minds, coupled by the effects of life-snuffing carbon monoxide suffocating the air.

Steve Martin knew with clarity what it was, but perhaps the uncertainty would have been the better reality to hold onto. He had, after all, been one of the first to witness the creature’s reveal to the world of Man in person, and that encounter was one of the few memories outside of the current moments that would become engraved within his subconscious thoughts until the last days on his deathbed. The world of Man, what once seemed like the ideal dream, was, now and forever, cursed to be a nightmare as eternal as the life of the walking disaster.

A reign to last as long as Godzilla walked Humanity’s Earth.
I'm super looking forward to this match. :D
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This won't be my priority right now, but it's a match I'm planning to make nonetheless. So here you go.
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Beneath the surface, in the depths of the ocean, a pair of eyes snapped open.

An ancient leviathan several million years old stirred. He could feel it, the great disturbance he had sensed so many years ago. It was growing, their actions becoming even more severe and more reckless. The kaiju growled in anger. He was a fool to believe these so-called deities would not eventually go mad with power. They carelessly toyed with the lives of not only humans, but the lives of the creatures of nature. The gods had shifted landscapes to their liking, built temples and statues that towered over cities, and he had seen them fight with each other on several occasions.

Godzilla had had enough of these displays of arrogance. As the marine life watched, the King of the Monsters’ back began to glow blue with atomic energy, as did his yellow eyes. The gods had failed to shed their hubris, and had instead abused the powers they had been given. It was time for the Earth to be taken back from them. Godzilla rose up out of the seabed, beginning to swim up as his dorsal plates cast an eerie light in the water. He knew what he had to do.

Nearby, another colossal being was stirred from his slumber. He looked up, startled to see the Alpha Predator steadily swimming up to the surface. The massive crustacean known as Ebirah was puzzled by this. What could have influenced Godzilla to rise from his sleep and travel to the surface? As Ebirah pondered this, he began to realize something. If an Alpha had risen up, that usually meant something urgent was going on. The Horror of the Deep rose from his place as well, slowly following the larger Godzilla. Ebirah had to know what was happening that was so urgent for the King, and perhaps the crustacean could provide some assistance as well.

As Ebirah continued to follow, seemingly unnoticed by the preoccupied Godzilla, the ancient leviathan finally breached the surface, allowing him to see the blue sky and the full light of the sun. The crustacean continued to swim upwards as he saw this, and eventually breached the surface right behind Godzilla. Before the sea monster could call out to the Alpha, Godzilla let out a long, booming roar. Ebirah was once again startled as he realized what it was.


It was an Alpha Call. An order to the other Titans of the Earth to join him in war, and a threat to the gods of Greece themselves.

*****

Mothra was curious.

Resting on a beach, her loyal followers nearby, the goddess pondered her past encounters with humans. Several people from Greece had travelled here recently, bringing stories to her of a Pantheon of gods that ruled over them. Mothra didn’t know why, however she didn’t really object, as she already interacted daily with her followers. All of the Greeks described the gods as wielding immense power, yet their own experiences varied. She was intrigued by these stories, yet also wary, as some of them presented the deities in a not-so positive light. Were these gods a threat to the planet she swore to defend?

One brave warrior had told her the gods had aided him in achieving victory against a hideous monster by supplying him with magical weapons. A young princess had told her that a god had cursed her father with a magical touch for his greed, and she had ended up as a golden statue for a few days before being restored. Another princess had told her that after she was abandoned, one of the gods came down from the heavens and offered to be her husband. And a man had said that he once was a hero, however the gods had abandoned him for a crime he had committed against a wicked sorceress that was once his wife.

Mothra listened to these tales as her followers talked with the Greeks. It seemed that the deities they spoke of were human in nature, sometimes capable of blessings, and sometimes capable of unjust, immoral actions. She didn’t blame anyone for not being perfect, however that still begged the question that was stuck in her mind: were they a threat that needed to be purged from the planet? The goddess pondered this, but she couldn’t seem to reach a conclusion.

A loud, bellowing call made the answer for her.
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Sometimes, a mom needs a break.


Astrid Hofferson-Haddock awoke earlier than one usually would that morning, her senses accustomed to such a routine from years of experience dating far back beyond her parenthood years. Even when she was in her early teens, such an exercise was a common occurrence to her; one of many attributes that granted her such a highly-regarded status amongst the Hooligan Tribe from a young age. In the past, it was often she awoke early merely as a means of perfecting herself; a method of fighting against the average tiredness and exhaustion one often felt in such a prospect so that she could train hard and hone her combat skills, resulting in becoming superior to those around her. Other times, she awoke early to fly—but that adventure was but a distant memory.


But in the end, both reasons ultimately ended up—to her at least—serving the same deeper purpose: self-care.


Parenthood was the greatest gift Astrid could’ve ever asked for in her life—but it was not easy by any means whatsoever. To say parenthood was exhausting beyond comprehension was such an understatement that had anyone said it word for word to her face, she would’ve wanted nothing more than to throw said individual off the edge of existence itself. Sometimes, being a mom to two kids just about pushed her to the brink to the point where she contemplated why she hadn’t yet gone insane. Even with her husband and love of her life to aid her in that journey, not every day was a highlight in a positive sense. Not every day was perfect—if any day ever even was in the first place.


So, sometimes, a mom needed to get out of the house for a bit. Get some alone time; some her time.


Sometimes, a mom got so caught up in taking care of two little human beings who’s brains were still developing, got so caught up in managing the feelings of all those around her on a minutely basis, that she nearly forgot that she had her own—and needed to attend to her own needs and feelings, to take care of them. More than once, her beloved Hiccup had been a huge help in empathetically attending said feelings when she needed it, and Astrid couldn’t be more grateful about it. But other times, Astrid simply needed a moment to attend to those personally need of hers herself. To take an opportunity to just have some alone time to breathe in peace, and do whatever that pleased her mind and helped cope with the stresses in life.


For a mom was a powerful warrior—but how could she take care of two other human beings (or in some cases, three) if she couldn’t take care of herself first?


Silently stretching her arms, Astrid allowed the pleasurable wave of her bones cracking into place to flow through her as she slowly got up out of bed, taking one tender glance at the still-slumbering Hiccup beside her before stalking out of the bedroom. She knew that he knew she had made a routine from all of this; she would be back in time, but she needed this time on her own first. Like the empathetic human being he was, Hiccup was no stranger to her get-up-early schedule, and understood it perfectly.


Like a seasoned hunter, Astrid treaded softly through the hallways; especially careful not to wake the children still slumbering in the other room. Only when she stood in the living room and quietly lifted her cherished battleaxe to her shoulder did she finally look about one last time, trusting her senses like she had for well over a decade.


She was the only life form in the house awake.


Content settled over her mind as Astrid turned towards the door and treaded with the same cat-like softness, and with a quiet click, stepped out into the chilly outlook of New Berk still darkened by a dying nightscape. The stars were fading away, and the first faint light of the rising sun was beginning to burn over the horizon. Astrid inhaled a long, relaxing breath of fresh cool morning air before loosing it all out with a most pleasant exhale, vapor wisping like a ghost in front of her before fading away. The door shut quietly behind her before the house matriarch began to trudge away, stretching herself in a way she needed more than ever while letting the cold of the dying night aid in making her feel fresh and new, like a moth that had just shed its cocoon.


Astrid took one last glance behind her to look upon the dark outline of the house before beginning her trek into the woods.


Mama Bear needed a break.



*****



A soft hoot left the beak of the owl that sat upon her nest in the fir tree. Amber eyes that at first glance looked too large for her rounded head scanned the slowly brightening forest with a scope of vision nearly unmatched in the animal kingdom. Ears tufted in feathers gave the owl an almost feline appearance; hence its species name, the Long-Eared Owl. Those ears were peeled for the slightest noise, eyes primed and looking for the slightest movement amongst the underbrush of the forest. Not even the darkest of nights could hinder the incredible eyesight of the owl; for generations dating back thousands of years, her kind and others like them had always been masters of the nocturnal realm. They could see just about everything, hear just about everything, and all in any kind of light—but their incredible senses worked best at times of dark.


The owl hooted again, this time even softer than before. Her wide-eyed face was a feathery, unreadable mask that hid all that dwelt within that large brain of hers. Still as a statue was she, unchanged was her face, yet beneath that seemingly sharp and all-seeing gaze that painted the perfect mental image of her species in the minds of humans, something else lingered. Animals were creatures of instinct, but some instincts were more complicated than others, particularly in species with brains as large as hers. She could not think in words, only human beings possessed such a prospect, but she could still think regardless—and feel. Somewhere deep beneath that visually unreadable mask of a face, an emotion was brewing, a contrast to her majestic demeanor.


If the owl could think in words, the word she would’ve chosen for what permeated her mind was “sad.”


They used to have three chicks; however, one was not born like his siblings. The youngest of the three hatched into this world sick, and did not always eat his food when she came back to feed him. Even when he did, it did nothing to slow his ailing condition, and over time he only got sicker and sicker. And then, just two days ago, his illness finally took its toll and he died while she was on a hunt. From that point on, the nest had felt emptier than it had prior. As if a piece of a puzzle that belonged there had been removed with no way of putting it back.


The owl was in mourning, but as of now she had more important duties to attend to. Hunting time had not passed, and her remaining chicks needed to be fed.


Quickly, the powerful bird spread her wings, stretching her limb bones and unfurling her beautiful feathers. Magnificently, in another signature aspect of the species, the owl made not a single noise as she then flapped her wings and took flight through the forest. She flew silently through the early morning forest, her eyes singling out everything is masterful detail. She flew and flew, trees passing by her like wooden pillars; an apex predator traversing a timber kingdom slowly being illuminated by the birth of a new day. Rocket silently and flawlessly through the forest did she, until her huge eyes caught sight of a change.


Up ahead, the trees began to lessen in number as the environment began to change. The forest began to give way to a large plain of solid rock. Here, remnants of tiny burnt trees protruded from different sections of the ground in rare numbers. Some sections of the rock that made up this plain, this... ... ...blight, were stained black with old burns, and reeked with the odor of sulfur. And at the edge of the Blight, where the ground suddenly bent upwards to form the slope of a huge mountain, was a cave. A massive hole that receded deep into the roots of the island, dripping with tiny waterfalls created by creeks running through the ecosystems of the island.


Amidst the edges of the cave, the owl spotted movement. A bat clung to the ceiling of the cave, a moth’s wing falling from its jaws to drift to the ground below like a leaf as the small mammal proceeded to start grooming itself. The owl immediately chose the little bat as her target, and silently she flew right towards him. Curved, meat hook-like talons raised menacingly as the bird of prey prepared to bring them full force upon her unsuspecting prey, with prowess that would certainly not miss nor fail to kill the flying mammal in one fell swoop... ... ...


Mid-flight to her chosen victim, the huge brown mass beneath the owl suddenly burst up to meet her with a great roar. Survival instincts kicking right into gear just as fast, the feathered dinosaur shrieked in fear as she immediately changed her flight posture and banked to the right with flapping wings, just as a pair of massive jaws lined with rows of pointed teeth snapped down a mere meter from where she was. Chittering in fear, the owl quickly changed course and flew away, soaring speedily back into the depths of the forest as quickly as she had arrived.


A great scaly head clad in fish-like fins and a beard of pointed hairs, topped with two curving horns, lay back down to rest upon the warm limestone with a rumbling groan; twin trails of smoke departing its nostrils as it lay. Flaring yellow eyes were closed up by lids of scaly brown skin, and the animal rested once more.


Upon the wide field of rock that she had marked as her territory, the dragon Vermithrax dozed. The creature was truly gigantic, bigger than anything this island had ever seen; her enormous length stretched out nearly as long as five blue whales, so large that it was a wonder that this island held a cave that could support such a beast. Massive leather wings lay folded beside the vast wyvern, attached to long forelimbs with clawed hands at their base. The dragon lay utterly unmoving like a giant crocodile, so still that had it not been for the rivers of smoke drifting from her nostrils, one might even assume she was dead.


Even from the after-stress of being rudely awoken from her slumber by that flying feathery pest, Vermithrax still slept every bit as contently as she had been the long night through. That night had been a truly wondrous one for the dragon, one that did not come in as common succession as other, more exhaustive nights. For once, she had been able to catch a full lengthy sleep with nothing to wake her until the light of dawn began to make itself known in the distance. Even now, she still slept with the same blanket of precious peace, warmed by the patches of black burned into the rock she lay upon while cooled by the chilly air of the fading night. For once, Vermithrax Pejorative had been able to catch a break.


The first bird chirped in the distance; the first creature of the woods to announce the birth of the new day. As it continued to sing, another followed shortly afterwards. And not too long after, yet another. And then a bird of a different species began to join in the chorus, distinctive from its separate calls. As every minute passed, the light of the rising sun began to grow, and with it, the visual detail of the awakening forest. Through it all, Vermithrax continued to sleep; her mind locked away in the mental chest that contained a plethora of swimming memories from ages long dead from the sands of time. So tranquilly motionless was the dragon, that with little flutters of its vein-ridden membrane wings, a red darter dragonfly—the morning’s first—flew up to the side of her gigantic snout; its big multifaceted eyes fixing her with a gaze of interest. Darting with quick precision, the insect hovered right over the very tip of the small horn at the end of Vermithrax’s nose, then quickly and neatly lowered down to clutch the bony appendage with his six spiny legs. And he settled there, perched perfectly on the tip of the dragon’s snout.


Still, Vermithrax slept.



*****



Astrid had endured colder nights than this. Nights so frigid that particles of ice and snow dotted the very texture of the trees, painting the usual green of their pines with a hybrid layer of white. Nights that brewed and blew with storms of snow filled with flakes ranging anywhere from the size of a baby’s pinkie to as large as her hand. Compared to those, this was nothing to her.


The chieftess let her gaze wander about as she walked, her eyes adjusting to the ambient darkness and thus allowing her to make out more detail around her; all the while, the light of the sky slowly grew. She kept wandering, eyes peeled for just the right spot for her to settle down for a while. So far, while many seemed very appealing, none of the spots Astrid saw here and there fit her criteria for what she yearned for today. So, with a soft sigh, she kept walking; kept looking or a more desirable patch of land to rest herself and catch the break she so craved. Above her, a trio of sparrows began to sing; warbling the first notes of the oncoming morning chorus to greet the new dawn’s birth. A wren soon joined in the avian choir, adding its own voice to the forest ambience.


The light was beginning to shed more detail now, thus casting New Berk in a literal sense of awakening alongside the figurative perspective. As a result, Astrid’s eyes were able to pinpoint more noticeable areas of land that looked all the more appealing to her as her walk progressed.


Above her, her ears picked up the slightest hint of something sharp scraping against tree bark. Stopping in her tracks, Astrid looked up to view the cause of the disturbance, her years-worth of relying on her ears to detect the faintest sign that something could be watching her serving her well once more. But what she saw up in the branches perched next to a bundle of tightly-knit sticks, was no threat. A big, beautiful owl curled it’s wings back into its feathery body as it repositioned itself in a straightforward stance, a large vole hanging limply in its mouth.


And then, a much smaller, fluffier avian head poked out from behind the nest, gazing back at the larger adult with huge yellow eyes. Moving its head and neck in circular motions, the owl chick stared curiously at its mother’s prize for a moment...then, sensing it as breakfast, it eased forward as its mother bent over to hold the dead rodent in reach. Snatching the vole in its beak, the owlet threw back its head as it steadily swallowed its prize in several little gulps. And almost as soon as she arrived, the mother flapped her wings and took back to the forest to search for more prey, while the baby receded back into the nest and out of Astrid’s line of sight.


The Viking chieftess allowed herself a moment to sympathetically smile at the sight of another mother like herself, before continuing along her way.


The walk that thus began was a surprisingly quick one hour, but Astrid neither paid attention to time nor pace as she went; she simply kept scoping about the best place to pick a spot to relax. This walk in of itself was something special; she was flexing her muscles in a way that didn’t stress her out nor test her locomotive skills to her limits. But a space of land right in the middle of Mother Nature, with nothing but the sounds of insects buzzing, running water in the creeks and the birds chirping in the trees? A little place all to herself with nothing else to bother her just for an hour or two, where she could just cut loose and lay there and get lost in thought?


Great Odin, Thor and sweet lady Frigg, she could crave nothing more at this particular moment... ... ...


And it was in this moment, that the ever-so-faint sunlight beginning to peek through the gaps in the trees shone some of their brilliance upon the patch just up ahead of the Viking chieftess, and a gasp left her throat as her mouth curled into a smile. There it was, the perfect spot to simply flop down like a blanket! Just behind the edge of the where the forest began to end, and instead give way to a massive plain of rock and stone. A sizable creek ran somewhere in the distance, while small waterfalls fell from what looked like a cave just a hundred or so meters up ahead. It was a little hard to tell, even in the ever-growing light. It was still a tad dark for her to make out such small details.


But this spot, this flat little plain of grass surrounded by trees and residing just at the edge of a mountainous plain... ... ...


It was perfect. Surely the Gods had blessed her today!


“Finally,” Astrid whispered her first word of the day as she trudged somewhat tiredly over to her newfound paradise. The longest strains of grass on the spot were just barely as long as her daughter’s pinkie finger, and soft as cotton to touch. A select handful of ferns lay alongside the trees that surrounded the little patch; otherwise, it was flat and just as spacious as she desired. Setting her axe down upon the greenery, Astrid knelt down to one knee as she let her hands feel the softness of the grass. Letting loose a long, most exhaustive sigh of relief, the woman finally leaned back and let the floral ground meet her back, laying down upon the softness of the earth. Almost immediately, Astrid felt relaxed like she hadn’t been in a very long time.


Now this was exactly what she needed.


Laying the back of her head against the grass as she let the sounds of the early morning wind blowing and the distant creeks and waterfalls flow into her ears, Astrid mentally thanked the Gods for this little gift. This once in a rare opportunity, restful beginning to this day. Now, she could replenish all that spent energy she burned day after day back at home, so she could burn it again with a renewed reserve and a fresh, clear mind. The family matriarch felt no shame in needing nor desiring such a break; guilt, shame and self-doubt had absolutely no place in her mentality. They were nothing but wasted energy that could instead be put towards far more important things. She was a gods-damned superwoman being a mom, and she knew her needing this break didn’t mean in the slightest that she loved her kids any less.


It merely meant that she needed just a little recharge of burnt mental energy.


Closing her eyes, Astrid let peace take her as her thoughts drifted about to times living and dead alike.


*****


The light was beginning to move like a growing river. No longer could the darkness of last night bear staying any longer; it’s time had come to an end. Morning was here in full force, and it was time to fully transition into day. The light crept over all, banishing every corner and crevice of darkness to the other side of the world untouched by the sun’s light. Over the canopy and through the trees, all were eventually caught in its warm glow. Ferns, grass, bushes, water, sand, rock and earth, one by one the natural elements of life were bathed in light from the rising star as daytime finally arrived in its full glorious intensity.


The sun’s light devoured the darkness like an unfolding blanket as it gradually swept towards the Blight, its rays of warmth first casting upon the forest canopy. With everywhere it’s light reached, animals at last began to come to life. Now, birds were flying and singing in the trees, insects were chirping and buzzing about, frogs croaked for distant mates, and small mammals began to poke their furry little heads out of their burrows and scurry out into sight to begin a day of foraging and feeding anew. Eventually, the gorgeous morning light would not be denied and enveloped the Blight in its full luminosity, heating the rocks and casting its warmth upon any creature that resided upon the field of stone.


Ancient, hardened yellow eyes opened.


The pleasant dawning heat cast upon her leathery brown scales at last, only then did Vermithrax move. Albeit ever so slightly, but still she moved nonetheless. Just mere feet did her fin-laden head rise off the rocky ground, her toothed muzzle remaining closed as she gazed upon the newly awakened ecosystem of the island. The dragon felt something pleasant beneath her monolithic being, something beyond pain, loss, struggle and decrepitude. She felt a pleasant warmth that soothed her to the smallest nerve, one not born of the morning sun.


It was the rest she was allowed to have that night, the peace she had acquired unlike so many other locations she had traveled where something or someone would try to prod her or her offspring out of her home and slay them; and whenever she wasn’t having to worry about a new random face appearing out of nowhere to attempt to carve a reputation out of her hide, she was having to travel about and hunt for enough food to keep herself and her offspring sustained on a daily basis. And she would have to keep moving, keep protecting, keep parenting even after her old bones cracked and more of her archaic scales fell from her great body.


And so it was that the dragon migrated here—and it was perfect. A sizable island filled with prey of terrestrial and aquatic sorts, and a perfect cave to make into a lair. A maze for her young to grow, hide, wander and play in while no predators or would-be-heroes ever approached this domain with the intention of earning fame or profit from her family’s slain lives. With so much taken off her shoulders, Vermithrax Pejorative had finally managed to catch the long, uninterrupted rest that a single mother of three rambunctious children needed. For once, she was finally allowed to catch a moment of peace, all to herself. A mother who worked day and night, risked life and limb to provide for her progeny plus extra to keep herself going had at last relaxed her ancient, exhausted bones like she hadn’t in a very long time—and if this island stayed just that way, this rest may not be the last.


As Vermithrax lay her head back down upon the blackened stone, she felt something small and soft to the touch plump itself upon the end of her tail, crawling up the lengthy appendage. As her eyes opened at the unexpected but non-alarming contact, she felt another small form plop itself against her right side and begin to climb up, towards her gigantic back with a tiny dog-like whimper. She didn’t even need to look at the miniature shape that somewhat clumsily crawled into her line of eyesight to know what they were.


Looking up at its mother with small pug-like eyes, the baby dragon wagged its tail and crawled up to her like a human baby covered in scales. Growling mischievously, the dragon chick dug her tiny claws into the scales of her gigantic mother’s lower jaw, earning the slightest wince from Vermithrax. Pulling herself along, the chick crawled up onto the top of Vermithrax’s snout, but unfortunately for her, her mother was currently not in the mood to have a restriction of the head. Opening her jaws ever so slightly and with the utmost care, Vermithrax snarled moodily, shooing her daughter who barked like a puppy and scampered across her face and down the length of her neck.


The chicks continued to crawl about on the bulk of their massive mother like little alligators, while Vermithrax continued napping on the stone floor.
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(I admit that I'm not that good at dialogue, but I wanted to give it a try regardless so criticism would be appreciated.)
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Normally, both he and his partner would be out on patrol, finding and fighting monsters. Defending the world from the villainy of Yapool was a fulltime job that needed constant vigilance. Lately, a whole month had passed with no sign of Terrible-Monsters or any danger of the sort. With that crew members took time off, he and Minami being no exception. Hence why TAC member Seiji Hokuto found himself in Paris for a week.



Taking a few glances out the big window to the rest of the country, he simply sat in his seat in the Jules Verne restaurant waiting for Minami to arrive.



“The herder and the princess are lovers, right... then, what are we?”



That was what she asked before this trip began. He adjusted his best shirt while waiting for his date, contemplating just what he wanted to say with some nervousness. He hadn’t really thought deeply about their relationship. They were just... together, ever since they became Ultraman Ace together. As Minami entered the dinner, his last thought to himself went to wondering just what she thought of it for them to come here alone together.



“Hi, Seiji-San" she greeted casually, a small smile on her face.



He greeted her back as she took her seat, fixing some small creases on her simple white dress. Hokuto Seiji looked at his menu, pretending to read through the options to gather his thoughts. Unfortunately, thoughts weren’t being particularly cooperative with him as he was drawing a blank. A distraction came in the form of something holding his hand.



“You don’t have to be so nervous” she said, eyes going to his hand every now and again.


He looked down at it, his widening ever so slightly at what he saw. When did he start holding it so tightly? She let go as soon as he started to relax, taking one last glance at him before their waiter came in Minami letting go slowly as he came to them. Both made their orders quickly, the waiter leaving them to their thought. It honestly was rather awkward, neither really knowing how to start the conversation (somewhat odd as she suggested this in the first place, but that thought didn’t linger for long).



As they looked for a way to break the ice, he looked at his drink and noticed something peculiar. His Ultra Ring was still on his finger, something he raised an eyebrow in confusion over. He could’ve sworn he left it back in their hotel to keep it safe, yet here it was. Nonetheless, it did give him a strangely nostalgic kind of feeling. He let out a small sigh, something Minami noticed.



“We’ve had quite an interesting life together, huh?” he asked, raising his hand to admire the ring. “Joining TAC to fight kaiju is one thing for certain, but if you told me that the two of us would become an Ultra, that we would save the Ultra Brothers... I would never have believed you.”



Minami’s discomfort gave way to a small smile as she looked at her own ring “It does sound like something out of a dream when you put it that way” she responded.



“Not sure there’s another way to put it” Seiji said jokingly, Minami chuckling a little bit. With a more serious tone, he said “You did bring me here for a reason.”


“I did” was all the answer she gave.



Placing a hand on hers, he told her “You can tell me anything, you do know that?”

“Of course I do Seiji-San. I just don’t know how to say it” she answered. “I was going to put off talking about... us, until I sorted out how I felt.”



“What made you change your mind?” he asked patiently.



“Yapool nearly won that day, Seiji-San" she said.



While she wasn’t specific, she didn’t have to be. The day Yapool manipulated the battlefield the most effective way against TAC he ever had at that time. Sending Baraba against them, kidnapping the Ultra Brothers, and using their power to empower another kaiju in the form of Ace Killer on top of all that. He still felt like the stars had to have aligned for everyone to have won that day.



“It made me think things over. We are trained soldiers in a sense, so danger was nothing new. I thought I could take comfort in that. But if something like Ace Killer happened again and I could never get the chance again...” she took deep breath and noticed their water had arrived; she was grateful the waiter had the delicacy to stay quiet and let them talk.



It seemed he would need to wait as she took a sip before letting out a deep sigh, so he looked out the window. Upon looking outside though, he noticed something rather peculiar. A silver flying object was floating about just in front of the Eiffel Tower. From the looks of it, it was flying saucer straight from an old-fashioned film. It didn’t catch anyone else’s attention until it began shooting something a bright green. Noticing where her date’s attention was, she looked toward where everyone was looking.



Upon doing so, she saw something silver descend from the green energy. Once slowly reached the ground properly, the massive being revealed itself to the public at large as it uncrossed its arms, its legs sprouting out as it stood up on all four of its massive mechanical limbs. One of the fingers smashed the window, filling the room with panicked running and screaming. Seiji and Minami were the only ones to stay where they were, their experience with beings like this making them used to destructive habits such as this. As the rest of the hand began carving through the Eiffel Tower with the two closing their ears from the loud rumbling and metal creaking, the monster let out a mechanical roar.



Seiji looked apologetically at Minami as what needed to be done was rather clear to him. Minami didn’t hesitate to nod; TAC wasn’t coming on time so they needed to act quickly. They both ran together toward the window as well as toward the new invader, avoiding falling debris before jumping out. Holding hands, the connecting rings worked their magic. The machine was shocked at the flash of light before something pushed him away.



When it turned to look at what it was specifically with its singular bright red eye, it was something of simple design. A man of red and silver turned in midair for dropping down, yellow eyes staring down at him with an interesting intensity given his lack of expression. He had some sort of strange appendage on his head with a gem attached to it. The machine began speaking a tongue once the surprise had faded, summoning a shield over his brain resembling head before bringing his arms together. Ready to fight fire with fire, Ultraman Ace swung his arms to the side before thrusting them forward in an Ultra’s signature L shape, firing his Metalium Beam.



When it fired back, the Ultra saw just how much of a mistake that is. An orange beam overpowered it without an ounce of effort from his enemy, sending him flying before it stopped. Ace tumbled time and again from the incredible force until he flew straight up to stop himself keeping his enemy in his view at all times. If he could change facial expressions, his eyes would’ve been bulging from his sockets from the shock at what he just witnessed.



One of the halves of Ultraman Ace was slightly relieved that an enemy had come. This was more familiar grounds he was in. He thought he would know what to do here. All of a sudden, a single attack with the power of Zeus would prove just how wrong he was. He in fact did not know the situation he was in. Nonetheless this was a fight he had to win now that he was in it.

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Atlantis. Thousands of years ago..

The once great city was now being buried under tons of ice and snow. Glaciers quickly rose up across entire skyscrapers as the earth itself started to swallow the land whole and fold it into Antarctica's frozen frame. The people on the once noble and wondrous land had tried to play god. To create a monster that they could command and bend to their will. A guard dog that would protect it for the rest of their days and take down any enemy nation in their path. How foolish they were to think such an unstable beast could possibly be controlled..

A massive, yellow beam of light shot across the snow filled sky, hitting and evaporating even more buildings, guaranteeing that they were to be lost to time. The sudden shift of the Earth’s crust was why they needed to make such a magnificent beast. Atlantis, more and more, was shifting towards the Antarctic circle, and with such a big and frigid change ahead for the nation, they needed something to defend themselves while they could get resituated. Thus, a rather long running project was put into overdrive. Mixing the DNA of the dinosaurs that roamed the lands before them, and infusing that genome with the powerful crystals that had given Atlantis its strength, along with a bit of radioactive energy; it had eventually grew up into a 300 foot tall reptilian titan, that spew out an atomic weapon that was as yellow as a sun and more powerful than any other weapon known to man.

It was given the name of Godzilla.

Unfortunately, whatever plans the Atlanteans had given the green monster, Godzilla himself had much different ones in mind. He had worked too well, his power too great. Whenever an enemy kingdom attacked, there wasn’t even a slight smidge of a civilization left. Mu, Lemuria,any other place similar to their own had fallen quickly, and now, the dinosaur had decided even his own creators weren’t worth keeping around anymore; and the combined efforts of him and the incoming sheets of ice would easily finish them off, wiping them away from the planet forever.

But some, still, refused to go down without even a semblance of a fight. Every weapon they had remained fired, but to no avail. The green beast walked right through them all as even more of the city disappeared into the snow filled landscape. Only the tallest buildings remained over the surface, and even their foundation began to disappear as the emperor watched on in horror..

But there was still one last thing he could be able to do.

Inside the massive tower, the greatest and biggest laser out of all of them was hosted, locked away inside. Too powerful for it to be shot out on its own, less the risk of the entire city losing its power being put into motion, but in this case, there was nothing left to lose. Atlantis itself was already doomed, but he could still stop Godzilla from going on a rampage across the rest of the world, before it was too late. With his final order to his remaining men, he hastily said that all remaining power to the city would be sent to the tower, as the green monster he spawned drew near.

Godzilla, however, wasn’t dumb. He easily saw the massive green lights slither over to the tower as it began to fall into the Antarctic ice below, illuminating like bolts of lightning heading into the air. Suddenly, a massive patch opened near the top of it, and what could very well have disguised itself as a satellite dish appeared, glowing with the same green light as the Atlantean Emperor aimed. Straight at the chest, aimed at the lungs and heart, making sure that this was an attack he would not get up from.

The Atlantean creation only snarled. So, this was what it would come down to? His creators are still stubborn enough to try and unleash one last futile attack?

He welcomed the challenge.

His foot stomped on the ground as his tail slammed into the snow. His dorsal plates suddenly lit up, going gold as his mouth was being licked with flames. For what felt like forever, there was only the sounds of the breaking of ice, and the humming of power.

Until the emperor finally fired.

One would’ve expected the beams to clash, struggling to overcome the other until one of them finally gave way. Perhaps they would’ve.. But that wasn’t what Godzilla was aiming for. Rather, he went for something that surely would guarantee him victory. He aimed his head higher, completely missing the Atlantean laser, but his Atomic Breath still creened towards the tower. Aiming for the top of it, Godzilla was still sent hurtling back as the green beam hit him square in the chest, and yet, he continued to fire. Slowly, he aimed the atomic ray down, as massive flames flew into the sky as the yellow ray hit the middle of the tower, and finally finished at the foundation of it all at the bottom, as the massive skyscraper began to lean.

Suddenly, the beam had stopped firing, and Godzilla finally stopped screening backwards as a result. He watched as the tower finally fell, smirking as he saw it explode and finally disappear down below.

He didn’t realize that this was actually a mistake.

In reality, such a massive structure crashing down was the straw that broke the camel's back. The land itself finally began to break open at a point where the city’s remains weren’t just being folded into the snowy mountains, they were beginning to collapse. Massive cracks formed inside of the ice, crawling towards Godzilla’s direction. There was nowhere for him to run, for all that was behind him was a massive glacier that dwarfed even him in size, which too began to crack and break under the pressure..

Until even that gave way.

The last sound anyone could’ve heard before the white noise of wind coated Antarctica in its entirety, was Godzilla’s last call before the ground split in half, sending him, and whatever remained of the great city of Atlantis, into the frost filled underworld below them, covered from head to toe with the ice that followed suit. Every remaining building the Atlanteans had built was gone, breaking into pieces as they made impact, disappearing entirely. Godzilla, meanwhile, back injured from the nasty fall, couldn’t fight off the tons of ice sheets piling onto his body. Eventually, the ice began to merge together, leaving no room for him to move, and eventually, the great beast fell into unconsciousness. His reign of terror across the ancient civilizations finally coming to a close, Godzilla, much like the city that created him, fell into myth and legend.

But whereas Atlantis itself still managed to be talked about into the modern day, Godzilla himself did not. Any place that had managed to survive his nightmarish rampage were so horrified, they refused to talk about him, leaving no sign of his presence in the history books, helped by the fact that other places of the world had been fortunate enough to not come across him, thus not even knowing he had even existed. Atlantis continued to be sought out, but the monster they made wasn’t even a memory, not even thought of. Trapped in ice sheets so deep most man made devices couldn’t reach, it was guaranteed he wouldn’t be found for a very long time. The only thing that had somehow managed to reach into present times was the name “Godzilla” itself, with nobody truly knowing exactly where it had come from.

However, his presence did manage to survive in a much different manner..

The cells he left behind remained, unbeknownst to many, traveling across the sea, and merged with other things that modern day humans dumped into the depths. Nuclear waste coated his genes, the crystal infused DNA having a bizarre chain reaction, fusing to the radioactive energy, making any sea creature that had found them unfortunate enough to go under a grotesque mutation.

And that was especially true for dinosaurian creatures like Godzilla himself.

Coast of Japan, 1998..

Deep under the waves, a charcoal gray, amphibious reptile swam across the sea. The winter weather had turned the waters rather cold, and it was time to head towards warmer seas. It started to move further towards the Americas, ready to hit the South American waves and heat up, only wanting something to eat before he finally left, not aware of what was exactly at the bottom. Pieces of a titan from an age long ago scattered and spread across the seabed, combined with nuclear waste the Japanese had carelessly dumped into the sea.

In a slow pace, changes began to make way with the reptilian beast, until eventually, in years time, it had gone under such a massive mutation that it was barely recognizable. 300 feet tall, massive spikes jutting out of it’s back, and the ability to fire a massive ray of blue atomic energy. A near perfect clone of a being that none remembered even existing.

Only one other being like Godzilla was recorded in modern history; the “first” Godzilla that had made an appearance back in 1954, destroyed by Dr. Serizawa and his mysterious device: the Oxygen Destroyer. Its remaining skeleton became prolific in fighting the second Godzilla, however. The metallic copy of Godzilla, named “Kiryu”, had fought Godzilla multiple times across the time span of 2002-2003, until their final encounter that had both of them plummet into the sea into depths unknown. Since then, he remained rather inactive, yet very much alive.

Until one fateful day, an entire decade later, where ancient secrets came to light, and a battle for the ages raged across the Earth..
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Tokyo was quiet, too quiet.

The namesake capital of Japan had been evacuated only hours ago when the G Graspers learned that Godzilla was on his way. It was only a few days ago when the experimental Dimension Tide was first tested out on the monster terror himself which only served to trap him underground momentarily. That was then, and now on what would normally be a simple afternoon, several rows of purple dorsal plates would cut through the surface of the water surrounding Tokyo Bay.

Godzilla let out a roar as he surfaced, eyes being cautious in case that pesky Griffon, a mechanical jet, was waiting for his arrival.
That was when the killer of numerous Meganula, laid his eyes on what appeared to be a strange vortex. The green skinned titan recalled being struck by the powerful wave, hell it sent him underground after the wall. A claw emerged from the watery like wall and as if looking into a mirror, the green terror cocked his head in confusion. The black pupils of the monster that first appeared on Odo Island in 1954 stared into the eyes of his doppelganger.
It wasn‘t just the Godzillas who were confused but also the men and women of G-Graspers. The military organization watched as the two creatures measured each other up.

“Are you seeing this Major Tsujimori?” A long haired man glances up at the befuddled woman.

“The Dimension Tide.” She whispers. “It must have opened rifts within time and space itself. Kudo can you invest-” Blaring alarms cut off the woman’s question. A nearby officer turns her chair and looks at Tsujimori.

“Ma’am we are getting reports that other vortexes are appearing within the city!” Both Tsujimori and long haired Kudo rush over toward the monitor and gasp.

“Oh my-”

“Godzilla…”
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Logan268 wrote: Sat Mar 12, 2022 4:03 pm
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Tokyo was quiet, too quiet.

The namesake capital of Japan had been evacuated only hours ago when the G Graspers learned that Godzilla was on his way. It was only a few days ago when the experimental Dimension Tide was first tested out on the monster terror himself which only served to trap him underground momentarily. That was then, and now on what would normally be a simple afternoon, several rows of purple dorsal plates would cut through the surface of the water surrounding Tokyo Bay.

Godzilla let out a roar as he surfaced, eyes being cautious in case that pesky Griffon, a mechanical jet, was waiting for his arrival.
That was when the killer of numerous Meganula, laid his eyes on what appeared to be a strange vortex. The green skinned titan recalled being struck by the powerful wave, hell it sent him underground after the wall. A claw emerged from the watery like wall and as if looking into a mirror, the green terror cocked his head in confusion. The black pupils of the monster that first appeared on Odo Island in 1954 stared into the eyes of his doppelganger.
It wasn‘t just the Godzillas who were confused but also the men and women of G-Graspers. The military organization watched as the two creatures measured each other up.

“Are you seeing this Major Tsujimori?” A long haired man glances up at the befuddled woman.

“The Dimension Tide.” She whispers. “It must have opened rifts within time and space itself. Kudo can you invest-” Blaring alarms cut off the woman’s question. A nearby officer turns her chair and looks at Tsujimori.

“Ma’am we are getting reports that other vortexes are appearing within the city!” Both Tsujimori and long haired Kudo rush over toward the monitor and gasp.

“Oh my-”

“Godzilla…”
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If it seems like I'm already setting a sequel up in the trailer, you'd be correct about that. Anywho, enjoy the trailer.
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"Mmm..we can go see it another time.."

"No Laffey, today is the day! The launch day, remember!"

"Nimi's right, we should go see it."

Three young girls sat at a table in the early morning, discussing among themselves about a certain event happening later that day. Here in the Azur lane, all of its citizens were shipgirls, created for the purpose of battle. While their purpose was for combat, each had their own thoughts and desires, each with a unique personality that influenced their actions. Each of the three girls were different in their own unique way, though they all shared the classification as naval destroyers. One of which was a white haired sleepy girl who seemed to be bored out of her mind. Of the three, each was affiliated with a different branch of the Azur lane. Laffey was of the Eagle union, previously known as the United states. Laffey yawned as she tried to rest her head on the table, but was stopped when the girl next to her propped her back up.

"Laffey, now isn't the time." said Nimi, crossing her arms.

"I want to go back to sleep Nimi.." Laffey groggily replied.

Nimi shook her head and stood up. While she had no given name and was addressed by her serial number Z23 for the most part after her conception, her friends eventually gave her a name of her own. Her faction was of the Iron blood, previously known as Germany.

"Nope, we are going right now!" Nimi announced.

"Now? Wasn't it supposed to be in an hour?" questioned the third girl present, Ayanami, who was affiliated with the Sakura Empire, which used to be called Japan.

"We should meet up with Javelin, she's already there." Nimi said.

"You…you raise a good point. Come on Laffey, we should go." nodded Ayanami, tugging on Laffey's arm lightly.

"Fine.." said Laffey tiredly.

Ayanami and Nimi both started over to the location, with Laffey in tow. Along the way, the three noticed the gathering congregation of shipgirls as they got closer to their destination. Obviously whatever was happening was going to be a big event…

"There she is." Laffey said, pointing over to another young girl with purple hair over by a stairway. Said girl noticed and waved over at Laffey, Nimi, and Ayanami.

"Let's go meet up with her." Ayanami said as she jogged over to the purple haired girl. The girl in question ran over to Ayanami, Nimi, and Laffey, waving at them.

"You're here early! They're just running a few tests on it right now." she said. This was Javelin, a destroyer of the Royal Navy, formerly known as England.

"Nimi insisted we come early to meet up with you." Ayanami said with a slight shrug.

"Oh, you shouldn't have…but since you're here, come with me!" Javelin said cheerfully as she led her friends over to the stairway she was waiting at originally.

The group of four all walked up the flight of stairs up into a gigantic hangar with large amounts of machinery hooked up to and stabilizing an enormous mechanical being. Shaped vaguely like a dinosaur, faint red hues emanated from parts of the mech, signaling it wasn't fully shut off at the moment. Giant arms with deadly prong-clawed hands were set in broad shoulders, which were in turn connected to a titanic mechanical body with what looked like several rectangular fins running down from the neck all the way to the end of the tail, which ended in a deadly sharp point.

"There it is…" Javelin said as Nimi and Ayanami both looked at the mech with awe and wonder. Even Laffey was awestruck at the sight before them.

“What did they call it again?” asked Ayanami without taking her eyes off of the magnificent machine before her. Javelin looked at her friend and answered her question.

“They call it… Mechagodzilla.”


After a little less than an hour, everything was set for launch. Laffey, Javelin, Nimi, and Ayanami all were outside standing by the docks, waiting for the big arrival of the mechanical beast they saw earlier. Finally, an enormous hatch opened up, out of it rising the form of a titanic mecha. Gasps and murmurs of surprise and awe rippled throughout the crowd of shipgirls looking on at the spectacle. Mechagodzilla’s eyes flared to life, glowing a harsh red as the glow spread throughout its entire body. Uncurling itself from its resting position, the sounds of mechanics revving up and locking into place could be heard as Mechagodzilla rose up to its full height and roared a mechanized bellow, sending chills down the spine’s of everyone in range.

“Wow…” commented Nimi as she looked up at the now active Mechagodzilla.

“It’s incredible.” said Ayanami, unable to take her eyes off of it.

Suddenly, without warning a few alarms went off, causing each of the shipgirls to look around. Right as the alarms went off, what looked like a large storm just so happened to be brewing in the very far off distance. As if on cue, Mechagodzilla straightened up, its hands locking into place as it stood ready for whatever might come its way. Oddly enough, its movements seemed more fluid and organic, not at all like a machine. Laffey, Javelin, Nimi, and Ayanami all watched MEchagodzilla until a certain royal navy maid tapped Javelin on the arm.

"The Commander would like to see you four." said Belfast, a light cruiser.

"He does? Right now?" Javelin asked in return.

"I'm not sure why, but he told me to send for you four in particular." Belfast said with a shrug.

"Let's go see him, then." Nimi said as she started towards where the Commander's office was situated. Laffey yawned and followed suit, with Javelin and Ayanami tagging behind.

"This all seems like it's happening too fast…do you think something is going on?" Ayanami asked her friend.

"I don't know…the best we can do right now is keep our heads up, right?" replied Javelin.

"I suppose you're right." Ayanami said as she glanced back at MEchagodzilla, who stood ready and active. How and why did the alarms go off right when Mechagodzilla had been activated? What was the deal with the storm just, suddenly appearing out of nowhere? Ayanami couldn't help but feel that this was a prelude to something much bigger than she could wrap her head around..

The four destroyers entered the Commander's office, all standing adjacent to his desk. A young man with brown hair and in a captain's uniform fit for a Commander of the most powerful naval fleet in the world's history, the Commander motioned for the four destroyers to take a seat. Sitting next to the Commander was his current secretary, a battleship named Gascogne.

"You four got here quickly. I figured it was the right idea to send Belfast to get you four." said the Commander.

"Commander, what do you need us four to do for you?" Javelin asked first.

"I would like you four to go do a routine scouting mission, however it's not really…normal, per se."

"Whatever do you mean?" asked Ayanami somewhat worriedly.

"I believe it's linked to our construction of Mechagodzilla. Ever since we found those bones that are now housed within our ultimate weapon, things have been becoming progressively weirder."

"In what way?" Nimi asked thoughtfully.

"Some parts of the water have turned blood red around the port, and that storm that's currently nearby, things like that have only been happening once Mechagodzilla was constructed."

"Mm…Laffey doesn't like the sound of this." commented Laffey tiredly.

"I do believe we are safe for the time being, especially now that Mechagodzilla has been completed. However, I would like for you four to go check out the area around the storm." the Commander said as he clasped his hands together on his desk.

"Why us four in particular?" asked Nimi.

"Because I trust you four to get the job done. If anything happens out there, I have an alarm device for one of you to press." the Commander said as he placed a small device with a red button on top.

"I'll take it." Ayanami said as she picked it up.

"Now then, off you go." said the Commander as he looked out of his window. "I'll need to put the whole port into high alert. I'm counting on you four."

"We won't let you down Commander!" Javelin said as she got up from her seat to quickly get her rigging attached. The other three destroyers quickly left to their rooms to get their rigging equipped as well. As the four left, the Commander chuckled a little bit to himself as he turned to face Gascogne.

"Do you think it will work?" he asked.

"There is a probable chance that it will." replied Gascogne.

"If the blood red water is any indication… an apocalypse may just be upon us." the Commander said as he looked back out the window, a slight smirk lifting at the corners of his mouth as the image of a dinosaurian oni flashed within his mind.

"One of a hopeless future."
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Re: KWCE TRAILERS!

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A teaser of my upcoming submission to AniMay.
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There was darkness, far as the eye could see, separated and paradoxically illuminated by the storm of crackling bolts, matching in hue to the perpetual nothingness, distinguished only by the radiant white aura that gave away the only indication of their chaotic shape. Beyond the tempest, spots of light twinkled amidst the shadows, shining unlike stars, but instead shimmering like polished crystal, reflecting the illuminance from an undefined source.

There was no gravity. No ground. No air. No sense of direction or gravity. The only thing known about this strange place was that they were falling. She could not tell where she was falling; up, down, left or right. She just knew that wherever she was going, she would get there fast. She could feel the surge of momentum against her body, like a heavy weight was constantly pressing against her chest. Any detailed information, such as speed, distance or time, was unable to be found. There was no way of telling how long she had been here, or how long she was going to stay. She did not know how she had arrived in this alternate space, making the chance of finding the escape an unlikely possibility.

Suddenly, sensation fell upon her fair cheeks, accompanied by a slight chill that settled into her skin. At last, there was something within the emptiness: a faint, cool breeze, but where was the source? Only seconds later did the answer materialise, taking the form of a shining sphere far ahead in her path of descent. The unexpected reintroduction of sunlight sent pain shooting through her eyes, fight or flight reflexes kicking in as she shut them tightly and flailed her limbs in a panic, fighting hopelessly to stop the plunge in spite of what she already knew of the mechanics of this space.

There was a brief period of a tingling sensation across her body, both the interior and exterior. When it passed, there was warmth once again. She could feel the air on her skin, hear the waves crash against the shore, taste the pungent salt within th-

THUD

“Oof!”

Susan Murphy, more commonly known to the public under the alias of “Ginormica”, slammed into the soft, wet beach sand with barely a tremor despite the extreme velocity she had gained, receiving nothing other than an ache across the side of her body hugging the ground and a cloud of sand that littered her two-hundred-and-fifty foot sculpt. She pushed herself up on her forearms, spitting out the mouthful of beach earned in her one-star landing and craned her eyes open, adjusting to the harsh sun rays beating upon her.

She finally rose to her feet, dusting down her form-fitting jumpsuit, and took in her surroundings for the first time. As far as the eye could see, the beach stretched onwards, parting the deep blue ocean on one side, and miles of lush, mountainous jungle on the other, leading inland to the bases of towering, jagged mountains. The only familiar landmark was that of the shining Sun far overhead, whose heat was already causing the giantess to sweat beneath her layers of thick clothing.

“Okay, I like a tropical vacation as much as the next girl,” Susan complained to the empty air. “But I prefer the option of choosing where and when!”

She was pulled away from her thoughts by an unfamiliar sound, something between a hum and a ring that demanded the Californian’s full attention. She turned around, and immediately she blinked in confusion at the strange structure before her. It was a form of crystalline growth, a phenomenon most unusual to be found on a beach, but what was most outstanding was its colossal size, standing almost as tall as Susan herself.

There was something wrong about these crystals, she could sense it. Although there seemed to be no form of colour on their surface, somehow they managed to “shine” with darkness, however illogical that seemed. It was not like staring at mass, but the absence of mass, an empty void, contained within a physical shell through a process she was not educated enough to comprehend or understand. If her friend Dr. Cockroach were here, the mad scientist would no doubt have a field day with this.

“Okay… whatever you are. I’m guessing you’re responsible for stealing me from my nice, warm bed and dumping me… wherever “here” is. Any chance that you have the power to send me back?”

There was no sign of a response from the hueless rock. Susan frowned, slumping her shoulders in disappointment. It had been worth a try, at least, but it looked like she would have to find a solution to her predicament another -

Tree trunks snapped and fell, filling the air with the rising chorus of cracking bark and thuds of impact not only from the toppled trees, but the heavy footfalls of something else, gaining in volume as Ginormica realised that it was getting closer to her. She quickly spun around and had only seconds to react as a tanned fist hurled itself at what was the back of her head, now square in the face. The only thing she could do was lean back, barely ducking under her assailant’s attack, albeit clumsily, stumbling backwards and flailing her attacks to regain her balance.

“What…?”

The word escaped Susan’s lips without thinking as she laid eyes upon the form of her attacker. To her utter disbelief, standing before her was not some monstrous mutation or alien atrocity that she was commonly used to, but another gigantic woman, not too dissimilar from herself. Curls of wavy red hair adorned her fair skinned shoulders, attached to an amazonian physique that sent a pang of jealousy through Susan’s mind, unable to keep her gaze from wandering across the woman’s well-toned, and well-endowed, shape. She could not say much for the newcomer’s sense of style (leopard spots were most certainly a clique and outdated choice in fashion wear), but it fit far better for their current setting than her own attire.

Susan immediately wanted answers; but the feral snarl and burning glare on the giantess’ face told her that she would not be getting any in the near future.

“You harlot! The crystals are mine!” the strange woman shrieked.

“The crystals?”

Susan instinctively looked back at the crystalline formation, assuming that was the object this newcomer was referring to. Her conclusion turned out to have missed the mark by a fair margin, as she cast her gaze upon her surroundings for the first proper time since her arrival. There were other crystal deposits scattered across the beach all around her, all illuminated in various types of colour, but undoubtedly connected to the same formation that was responsible for her displacement here. Was the other woman connected as well? Or another victim of whatever force was at play here?

Susan waved her hands in defence. “No, no, there’s been a m-misunderstanding. I wasn’t trying to steal your crystals…” she explained, hoping to talk her way out of her situation without it coming to violence.

Unfortunately, the redhead seemed not to share nor care for her interests in peace, and with a banshee-like war cry, she sprinted and leapt forwards. Electrical currents discharged from her slender form as a yellow aura materialised across the form of Doris Zuel, the public identity of the metahuman villainess, Giganta, lightning surging in her once-blue iris as she pulled her right arm back, sending waves of electricity crackling down into his clenched fist. The sudden phenomenon took Ginormica by surprise, for she had not expected her foe to demonstrate any form of ability such as this. As Giganta’s fist slammed forwards, her only option was to quickly swing herself to the side, ducking out of the charged limb’s line of contact by only a few hair’s breadths, allowing it to find an alternative target in the waiting palm behind where the blonde once stood.

She had heard a commotion from behind her as the woman came for her, and felt the rush of wind from the second assailant’s own move when she had thrown herself out of danger’s way. When the only sound of impact was the hard thump of flesh against flesh, Susan turned to see the results, and her expression morphed into a mixture of shock and confusion.

There was now a third giant female standing in her former position; another blonde, dressed in the most outrageous costume that the Modesto girl has ever seen, both in fashion sense and choice of function. The purple-and-white bodysuit, accented by orange striping, fit snugly to the newcomer’s seductive form, left little to the imagination, and the domino mask and curled horns upon her face completed the thesis within Susan’s thoughts as to the purpose that this woman would adorn such a revealing getup.

‘Oh dear lord, it’s the island of colossal cosplayers.’
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Re: KWCE TRAILERS!

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I wasted pretty much my entire morning working on this LMAO.
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Pacific Ocean..

The chemical device splashed down onto the sea, heading into deeper and heavier waters as it secretly swam across the sea of Japan. It kept tabs of the levels of radiation, which slowly increased as it got eyes on the prize. The classic King of the Monsters. The first of many to come..

Finally, it spotted him.

A massive, 295 foot skeleton, massive dorsal plates running down his back. Hollow sockets laid where his eyes should have, the bones pure white, laying down on its stomach, not moving an inch. It was a full century since the massive saurian had been slain, the Oxygen Destroyer stripping him of his flesh and leaving his remains on display, for anyone that was brave enough to find them at least.

But today, the King would walk the land of the living once more.

Inside of the small machine, which began to rest on the irradiated dinosaur’s biggest dorsal fin, laid the special serum that held what was perhaps one of the most groundbreaking inventions in the history of mankind, but one that most had no idea existed. The special liquid, a glowing blue in color, could take the remains of any creature that had their bones picked clean and bring them back from beyond the grave. Muscles would reform, organs would return. The Grim Reaper would no longer have a stronghold on its victims. The only downside in this particular case was the fact that its current target was so huge, that it would have to self detonate to spread its serum to coat his whole body, but that was something its controller was more than willing to do…

It was time to put the plan into action. With a simple flick of the switch, the robot glowed with a blue hue, overloading with its own power. Electricity crackled, fish swam away, and suddenly- BOOM!

And it was then that the massive skeleton shuddered. The cells suddenly sprouted back to live, nerves suddenly making the tail rise, like a deranged snake. Going from there, muscle tissue gradually began to go across the limbs. First, the legs, which regained its powerful sinew, red meat being formed and soon being overlapped with familiar, charcoal gray skin, which had already coated the rest of the tail. Then, it reached the arms and the upper body. Inside of the chest, two lungs and a heart reformed, the latter began to pound like a massive drumbeat. Finally, the skin spread up to his neck, then covered his head, the eyes suddenly sprouting back into place, momentarily cloudy before regaining the color of gold.

Suddenly, he gasped.

He scurried to his feet. He looked around, seeing more than the darkness that consumed him for the first time in decades. Could it be? Had he truly escaped death’s grasp?

He couldn’t remember much. First, he was sleeping on the seafloor, feeling peace he hadn’t in ages. But then, he spotted a human, or something that had dove down to meet him. There was a small flash of light, the water began to foam, and then…

Pain.

Just pure, agonizing, nearly unending pain. He couldn’t escape it. His attempts only made the pain worse. He watched as his own flesh melted and peeled away, before his vision finally went dark, and it had all abruptly stopped. His life was cut short. At least, until now. And he had no idea why.

But there was one thing that he did know. And that was that the culprits needed to pay..

A deep growl forced itself out of his throat, spines flickering with radioactive, white light. He had practically jumped from the seabed, eyes glaring towards the morning sun as he sought nothing more to break the surface. Blood boiling, his entire upper body forced the Pacific Ocean to explode. With one, mighty roar, it seemed that the world itself heard the now famous sound.

GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN..

Godzilla had returned at last..

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Infant Island

The leader of the Red Bamboo smiled proudly.

Nobody was even aware that the infamous terrorist group had snuck on to Infant Island. Mothra herself had perished not long ago. Her remaining egg had yet to hatch, and no other major monster lived on the island. Or at least, not any that weren’t already created by their own means.

It was amazing really. Years ago, the Red Bamboo only existed to manufacture nuclear weapons. Now, they were doing that plus so much more. Hiring the most brilliant of scientists, genetic engineering was at its greatest peak in their headquarters. It was possible to bring back any creature, big or small, recently deceased or dead for years, back from the grave. Even the strongest of kaiju.. Even including the first Godzilla.

It didn’t have to be the beast from 1954. It could’ve very well been any deceased monster, but if you wanted to bring back any monster and then put them under your control, then who’d better than the Monster King himself? It was a way to test two birds with one stone anyway. Once he managed to lure Godzilla to Infant Island, only then would he make himself known, and have the world cower in fear once he got the great saurian under his control. Once he had done that, he would have two massive reptilian behemoths under his control!

Speaking of which, he should probably check up on the other one.

He marched down the hallway, the large corridors leading to the secret compartment which held the dinosaur that was within. It was a simple procedure really. They decided to test the revival serum on a smaller animal first, though what they decided to use it on was an animal that nobody would consider “small”. Going under disguise, all it took was a little bit of convincing for a rich business man to give them a full skeleton of one of the greatest theropods known to man. The giant southern lizard: Giganotosaurus. And yet, nobody was entirely satisfied with just bringing it back to life. If they wanted it to square up with even the strongest kaiju, it needed a bit of modification. And so, they made a growth serum that made it larger. Constant experimentation made it stronger, its tolerance for pain growing by the hour. And it was all thanks to the scientist that had been doing the most help for the Red Bamboo.

And said scientist had just so happened to meet up with the Commander, just as he reached the massive cage. Not a lot of people were aware that he was even still alive, but everyone who knew him was aware that he was quite knowledgeable in Frankenstein-esc experiments.

“Ah, Dr. Malic!” The Commander said. “Just the scientist I wanted to see!”

“Commander!” Malic said in turn, shaking his new boss's hand. “I take it you’re willing to see the dinosaur? Don’t worry, everything is going just as we expected. It’s now a towering 80 meters tall, and it barely even registers pain at all!”

Almost on cue, footsteps rang out from behind them. From beyond the massive steel cage, a massive red-and-black stepped out from the darkness. Wide, slit, yellow eyed peered out at its two masters, razor sharp teeth ready to bite into whatever that it would decide was its prey.

The Commander stared up at his creation in pure awe with his one good eye. “Hello, beautiful!”

The Giganotosaurus reared its head back towards the dome covering the sky, before finally letting out a ferocious, terrifying roar.
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A guy who randomly stumbled upon this place one day, invested much too much time into it, and now appears to be stuck here for all eternity..and strangely enough, i do not regret it!

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