KWC TRAILERS!

[CamtheGodzillafan]

Pretty hyped for your match, Dunkeeni.

But here's the trailer for my match:

Spoiler:

“Do you understand what this means, Gojira?” spoke a figure in the distance, a small human walked up to theTitan who stood in complete darkness.

Ishiro Serizawa stood beside the larger Titan, normally, his voice would barely even be heard or understood, but Godzilla heard every word of the person who took his own life to save the alpha’s, despite not knowing what he was saying.

“You must not fail, you must make the decision to make your last stand defending humanity, or dying as the one responsible for the world’s destruction, you must make your decision, and quickly!” claimed Serizawa. “I may not be alive, or maybe even actually speaking to you, but I do know this, I was right to believe in you, save the Earth, do what you do best, old friend!” and Serizawa vanished.

Godzilla had no clue what had happened, all he knew about the man’s speech was the urgency, as he stood in the darkness.

Ooh, is this a flashback or a vision Goji is having in his head? Either way, I'm hyped

Vision.

[Dunkeeni]

Pretty hyped for your match, Dunkeeni.

But here's the trailer for my match:

Spoiler:

“Do you understand what this means, Gojira?” spoke a figure in the distance, a small human walked up to theTitan who stood in complete darkness.

Ishiro Serizawa stood beside the larger Titan, normally, his voice would barely even be heard or understood, but Godzilla heard every word of the person who took his own life to save the alpha’s, despite not knowing what he was saying.

“You must not fail, you must make the decision to make your last stand defending humanity, or dying as the one responsible for the world’s destruction, you must make your decision, and quickly!” claimed Serizawa. “I may not be alive, or maybe even actually speaking to you, but I do know this, I was right to believe in you, save the Earth, do what you do best, old friend!” and Serizawa vanished.

Godzilla had no clue what had happened, all he knew about the man’s speech was the urgency, as he stood in the darkness.

Ooh, is this a flashback or a vision Goji is having in his head? Either way, I'm hyped

Vision.

sick

[CamtheGodzillafan]

Here is the second teaser (probably final) for my match:

Spoiler:

The armada’s invasion had begun, multiple guardians of Earth were slain in the invasion of the cyborgs, Baragon was slaughtered, Kong reemerged from Hollow Earth to protect the humans he cared about, only to perish, even Ultraman and his comrades Seven and Taro fell, despite their best efforts.

Yellow lasers sliced through buildings in seconds, devastating the great city of Tokyo. Military vehicles of all kinds attempted to bring the bird-like cyborgs down as they descended from the magnificent cosmos to assault the homeland of the human race.

F-15 jets bomb-rushed their way towards the army of invaders, unloading multiple missiles on the spatial threats. The invaders did not take the offensive from the humans very well, as one quickly launched itself into the air, taking a swipe at a row of jets attempting to maneuver out of the way, only to get blown to atoms as the metallic scythe-like arm decimated the machines.

Tanks burst open in flames as the eye beams ripped through their forces with great power as ten similar cyborgs landed violently onto the battle-hardened ground.

Two more invaders made their approach towards Tokyo, unknowingly being followed by a furious alpha Titan.

[ShinGojira14]

Here is the second teaser (probably final) for my match:

Spoiler:

The armada’s invasion had begun, multiple guardians of Earth were slain in the invasion of the cyborgs, Baragon was slaughtered, Kong reemerged from Hollow Earth to protect the humans he cared about, only to perish, even Ultraman and his comrades Seven and Taro fell, despite their best efforts.

Yellow lasers sliced through buildings in seconds, devastating the great city of Tokyo. Military vehicles of all kinds attempted to bring the bird-like cyborgs down as they descended from the magnificent cosmos to assault the homeland of the human race.

F-15 jets bomb-rushed their way towards the army of invaders, unloading multiple missiles on the spatial threats. The invaders did not take the offensive from the humans very well, as one quickly launched itself into the air, taking a swipe at a row of jets attempting to maneuver out of the way, only to get blown to atoms as the metallic scythe-like arm decimated the machines.

Tanks burst open in flames as the eye beams ripped through their forces with great power as ten similar cyborgs landed violently onto the battle-hardened ground.

Two more invaders made their approach towards Tokyo, unknowingly being followed by a furious alpha Titan.

Spoiler:

I would recommend slightly modifying the punctuation of that first paragraph. For example:

Before:

The armada’s invasion had begun, multiple guardians of Earth were slain in the invasion of the cyborgs, Baragon was slaughtered, Kong reemerged from Hollow Earth to protect the humans he cared about, only to perish, even Ultraman and his comrades Seven and Taro fell, despite their best efforts.



After:

The armada’s invasion had begun.

Multiple guardians of Earth had been slain in the invasion of the cyborgs. Baragon was slaughtered, Kong reemerged from Hollow Earth to protect the humans he cared about, only to perish; even Ultraman and his comrades Seven and Taro fell, despite their best efforts.




Aside from that, this was a good trailer! It works as an ominous set-up to the coming battle at hand…

[Dunkeeni]

With Frankenstein confirmed to be returning, I thought I'd start writing this match. And before you ask, yes, it is one big reference to a certain series Enjoy!

Spoiler:

The Skullcrawler ran for its life, adrenaline fueling every movement of its serpentine body. For the first time, it was not the predator, but instead the prey. Trees were flattened and uprooted as the hypervore desperately fled, knowing that even a second of hesitation would bring its death.

From the left side of the voracious creature, a crimson monstrosity was on the hunt. The horned reptile licked his lips, almost being able to already taste the meal he would soon have. Uttering a guttural roar, Baragon let the cretin know that nothing the Skullcrawler did would save it. Unbeknownst to both Baragon and his soon-to-be prey, a third party trailed alongside them, mostly unseen.

Appearing from the Skullcrawler’s right side was a humanoid monster, a loincloth crafted out of animal fur adorning his bottom as he sprinted alongside the scourge of Skull Island. In one hand, the hominid held a tree which he had sharpened to a point, creating a crude spear of sorts. Frankenstein growled as he felt his stomach rumble. It had been ages since the mutant had feasted on a true meal, and if he had to fight the subterranean monster in the distance to guarantee it, then so be it.

Spotting a small clearing, the Skullcrawler shocked both pursuers by darting straight into it, coming to a stop in the center, where there were no trees or other objects that Baragon could use to hide. Deciding it would rather fight than flee, the Skullcrawler let out a booming screech which caused birds miles away to take flight in fear. Tail waving and claws scraping against the ground, the Skullcrawler prepared for anything.

What the predator wasn’t prepared for was for not one, but two creatures to burst out from the underbrush on either side of him. Baragon charged from the left, while Frankenstein rushed in from the right. To stunned to properly analyze what was going on, the Skullcrawler had no time to react as both monsters smashed into the fiend at full-force, Baragon’s teeth digging into the Skullcrawler’s bony flesh while Frankenstein skewered it’s backside with his makeshift weapon. Blood pooled around the three titans as in a matter of seconds, the two brought the cave dweller to the ground, a final gurgle leaving the Skullcrawler’s throat before its life ended.

Now there was an even bigger problem. There were two monsters, and neither were necessarily in the mood to share. Baragon took one half of the beast in his maw, while Frankenstein dropped his weapon and yanked on another half, the two engaging in a brutal game of tug-of-war. The monsters snarled and growled, but neither wished to let go. For several minutes they tossed and turned, but slowly, Frankenstein gained the advantage, partly due to his opposable thumbs and humanoid build. With one final tug, the German kaiju tore the Skullcrawler from Baragon’s jaw, forcing the subterranean terror to faceplant into the dirt. Rising up on his hind legs, Baragon roared in fury, but Frankenstein growled back, picking up his makeshift knife in case things went awry.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two titans locked eyes, daring the other to back down. Finally, with a final whimper, Baragon dropped back to his four legged stance before slowly beginning to march away with an empty stomach, but not before giving the humanoid kaiju one last growl.

As Frankenstein slowly began to calm, a thought struck his brain. Food was getting harder to find in these times; perhaps the subterranean monster could be of use to him. He thought long and hard before deciding.

Eh, why not?

As a hungry Baragon trudged away, he felt something wet smack him in the back. Enraged, the burrower turned around, howling in fury, only for anger to turn to confusion as he saw what had hit him.

It was. . a piece of meat. From the Skullcrawler.

Looking further past, the kaiju saw Frankenstein, who wasn’t even acknowledging his own act. Not knowing what the hominid’s plan was, Baragon was suspicious, but any ill feelings were overpowered by the need to feed. Reluctantly, Baragon took the meat of the deceased hypervore in his jaw, his sharp teeth effortlessly slicing the flesh into chunks which were quickly devoured. With slow but heavy footfalls, Baragon carefully made his way to the Skullcrawler carcass, while Frankenstein continued to feast. Reaching the tail of the carcass, Baragon took a tiny bite, seeing if the act would trigger a reaction. Apart from a side glance from the mutant, Frankenstein made no move, instead continuing to consume as he shoved small pieces of the Skullcrawler into his mouth, taking extra precaution not to choke.

Deciding that for the moment, his opposition was not a threat, Baragon dug his claws into the deceased predator, savoring every bite he took from the Skullcrawler as he stuck his whole face straight into the creature’s stomach, organs briefly dangling from his blood covered jaws before being sucked down his gullet. On the other side of the carcass, Frankenstein did the same, though in a far more dignified manner. Inwardly, the hominid grinned to himself.

Like an oxpecker eating ticks off of a rhinoceros, or a remora catching a ride on a bull shark, the two kaiju had formed a strange, almost unnatural symbiotic relationship.

[ShinGojira14]

With Frankenstein confirmed to be returning, I thought I'd start writing this match. And before you ask, yes, it is one big reference to a certain series Enjoy!

Spoiler:

The Skullcrawler ran for its life, adrenaline fueling every movement of its serpentine body. For the first time, it was not the predator, but instead the prey. Trees were flattened and uprooted as the hypervore desperately fled, knowing that even a second of hesitation would bring its death.

From the left side of the voracious creature, a crimson monstrosity was on the hunt. The horned reptile licked his lips, almost being able to already taste the meal he would soon have. Uttering a guttural roar, Baragon let the cretin know that nothing the Skullcrawler did would save it. Unbeknownst to both Baragon and his soon-to-be prey, a third party trailed alongside them, mostly unseen.

Appearing from the Skullcrawler’s right side was a humanoid monster, a loincloth crafted out of animal fur adorning his bottom as he sprinted alongside the scourge of Skull Island. In one hand, the hominid held a tree which he had sharpened to a point, creating a crude spear of sorts. Frankenstein growled as he felt his stomach rumble. It had been ages since the mutant had feasted on a true meal, and if he had to fight the subterranean monster in the distance to guarantee it, then so be it.

Spotting a small clearing, the Skullcrawler shocked both pursuers by darting straight into it, coming to a stop in the center, where there were no trees or other objects that Baragon could use to hide. Deciding it would rather fight than flee, the Skullcrawler let out a booming screech which caused birds miles away to take flight in fear. Tail waving and claws scraping against the ground, the Skullcrawler prepared for anything.

What the predator wasn’t prepared for was for not one, but two creatures to burst out from the underbrush on either side of him. Baragon charged from the left, while Frankenstein rushed in from the right. To stunned to properly analyze what was going on, the Skullcrawler had no time to react as both monsters smashed into the fiend at full-force, Baragon’s teeth digging into the Skullcrawler’s bony flesh while Frankenstein skewered it’s backside with his makeshift weapon. Blood pooled around the three titans as in a matter of seconds, the two brought the cave dweller to the ground, a final gurgle leaving the Skullcrawler’s throat before its life ended.

Now there was an even bigger problem. There were two monsters, and neither were necessarily in the mood to share. Baragon took one half of the beast in his maw, while Frankenstein dropped his weapon and yanked on another half, the two engaging in a brutal game of tug-of-war. The monsters snarled and growled, but neither wished to let go. For several minutes they tossed and turned, but slowly, Frankenstein gained the advantage, partly due to his opposable thumbs and humanoid build. With one final tug, the German kaiju tore the Skullcrawler from Baragon’s jaw, forcing the subterranean terror to faceplant into the dirt. Rising up on his hind legs, Baragon roared in fury, but Frankenstein growled back, picking up his makeshift knife in case things went awry.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two titans locked eyes, daring the other to back down. Finally, with a final whimper, Baragon dropped back to his four legged stance before slowly beginning to march away with an empty stomach, but not before giving the humanoid kaiju one last growl.

As Frankenstein slowly began to calm, a thought struck his brain. Food was getting harder to find in these times; perhaps the subterranean monster could be of use to him. He thought long and hard before deciding.

Eh, why not?

As a hungry Baragon trudged away, he felt something wet smack him in the back. Enraged, the burrower turned around, howling in fury, only for anger to turn to confusion as he saw what had hit him.

It was. . a piece of meat. From the Skullcrawler.

Looking further past, the kaiju saw Frankenstein, who wasn’t even acknowledging his own act. Not knowing what the hominid’s plan was, Baragon was suspicious, but any ill feelings were overpowered by the need to feed. Reluctantly, Baragon took the meat of the deceased hypervore in his jaw, his sharp teeth effortlessly slicing the flesh into chunks which were quickly devoured. With slow but heavy footfalls, Baragon carefully made his way to the Skullcrawler carcass, while Frankenstein continued to feast. Reaching the tail of the carcass, Baragon took a tiny bite, seeing if the act would trigger a reaction. Apart from a side glance from the mutant, Frankenstein made no move, instead continuing to consume as he shoved small pieces of the Skullcrawler into his mouth, taking extra precaution not to choke.

Deciding that for the moment, his opposition was not a threat, Baragon dug his claws into the deceased predator, savoring every bite he took from the Skullcrawler as he stuck his whole face straight into the creature’s stomach, organs briefly dangling from his blood covered jaws before being sucked down his gullet. On the other side of the carcass, Frankenstein did the same, though in a far more dignified manner. Inwardly, the hominid grinned to himself.

Like an oxpecker eating ticks off of a rhinoceros, or a remora catching a ride on a bull shark, the two kaiju had formed a strange, almost unnatural symbiotic relationship.

Oooh, I like it! I wonder who they’re gonna end up fighting…

Side note: I’d recommend editing a slight grammar error.

“To stunned to properly analyze what was going on,” should be “Too stunned to properly analyze what was going on.”

[KaijuX]

Something me and Nagoda are cooking up. Hopefully soon...

Spoiler:

Doomsday fell upon the surface.

Plunged into a decaying war, after proving victorious in the bout of Hong Kong, the extermination of the Titans became an inevitability. One by one, the order of ancient giants was torn asunder by technological malevolence, no matter how many casualties lay in its path. First was Mothra, grinded between its swiveling claws; followed by Rodan, down a wing and mercilessly pulverized into the ground; then the likes of Scylla, Methuselah, Amahuluk, and Na Kika were brutally devastated by the Titan slayer. And while Camazotz and the MUTO proved troublesome, they too were utterly laid to waste by its mechanical fury.

Which was what led it here, to the final sector for Titan-kind.

Having traveled to the openings in Hong Kong, Antarctica, the Mariana Trench, and the North Pole on its murderous voyage, the Apex Destroyer sought out the origin for these prehistoric giants so he could slaughter them all. It was the prime directive, its sole purpose, the only thing driving its digital consciousness after its activation so long ago. Unfortunately for it, the Titans and Humans protecting these passages had collapsed their caverns, in a last ditch effort to protect the underworld from this artificial destroyer. Only the last entrance–-stationed at Outpost 33–-remained. One that was hailed by another name.

Skull Island.


…

How the world ended so quickly.

Here they were, the last threshold to protect their old home from utmost destruction. Many lives lost to the cause, but will their efforts be enough? Amidst the torrential downpour maintained by the looming storm above, Behemoth had his doubts. The tusked mammal kept a steady eye out at the horizon, awaiting for the dreaded enemy to intercept the last entranceway to the Hollow Earth.

He looked over and saw his ally in slumber. For beasts of such stature, a mere week was nothing more than a light nap. But he knew what his companion had been through; had it not been for the sacrifice of Na Kika, Tiamat would’ve been unable to seal the tunnel in the Mariana Trench. She was a fighter at heart, but protecting those that they could was more important than to fight a battle she might not have had the chance to win.

But he knew, even in her sleep, she dreamt of revenge.

Human ambition created the predicament they were in now. With the Alphas slaughtered and their Queen torn to shreds, order was disrupted, leading to the frenzied fall of the surface world. It didn’t stop the out of control Titans from going haywire, even as they were killed indiscriminately. For those that held it together, it was their efforts that prevented the fall of the Hollow Earth as well. Or at least postponing it.

Behemoth snorted, turning his gaze back out to the stormy seas. Lightning danced across the clouds, bringing brief, but spectacular light to this deserted land. While the island itself had long since been flooded by the ruthless, perpetual storm, with most of the inhabitants drowned, the fear of the Skullcrawlers remained. Whether they swam off the island or mysteriously appeared in other parts of the world, their numbers began to grow exponentially.

But that wasn’t his only concern…

Suddenly, a disturbance peering over the horizon caught his eye. A crimson hue lit up the dark rustling waters. It was now or never. The terrestrial Titan boomed a reverberating roar, signaling to his ally that the enemy drew near.

Without a second’s notice, the eyelid and brilles pulled back, revealing powerful eyes determined to bring their foe down.

Wriggling from slumber, the ultramarine serpent slithered to the gloomy coastline. Before she slipped into the vacant ocean, she turned to Behemoth and let out a fervent hiss. A stern reminder of what they’d lose if the mechanical one got into the Hollow Earth. Behemoth only nodded. Even if he could do nothing to help, he ensured that the entrance to the Hollow Earth would be protected–-at all cost.

With that, the last of Tiamat vanished into the murky water, rendered nigh invisible to the naked eye. All the sloth-like Titan could do was wait and witness the inevitable clash far at sea. In less than a minute, a crimson flash emanated from the far off ocean.

The last fight on Earth had begun.

---

The scent of iron permeated through the brine, growing ever apparent the closer Tiamat got to her target. The rough waves churned as she grazed just beneath the surface, the translucent sheet showing the murky, apocalyptic skies above. Blazing yellow eyes pierced the gloomy darkness, locked onto the red gleam that stood out from the dark ocean.

This was her territory, her domain. And with no obstructions to stand in her way, she’d show this mechanical imposter what for.

Hollering with an undersea roar, dispersing amidst the oceanic atmosphere, Tiamat lunged in for the charge. Beckoned at her command, whirling waters began to churn around the beautiful serpent, circulating razor sharp currents around her lithe frame. It acted as a buffer layer for the inevitable clash.

Crimson light shone from the stormy ocean, growing in intensity as it charged its particle cannon. It parted its maw, ignited in a bloody hue, and discharged a superheated laser that effortlessly tore through the waters, instantly evaporating into steam. The A-74 Proton Scream collided against the whirring layer of riptides, piercing through and striking the purple scales of the hydrokinetic ophidian. Her shrieks and bellows of agonizing pain were muffled amidst the harsh burns, stopping the aquatic snake in her path.

On cue, the posterior propulsion engines roared to life, granting the mechanical dragon accelerated speed and maneuverability. Seeking to intercept its target, the fires of the thrusters burned as a trail of effervescence sizzled behind it, setting a course to rip and tear the undersea attacker to shreds. Titanus Tiamat readjusted herself, only to be met by the mechanized fury of the imposter King, taking the full brunt of its rotary extensions.

The pair of metallic zygodactyl claws pressed firmly onto the rough blue scales, activating the buzzsaws built into the fingers of the machine. Razor-sharp blades tore through water and scales alike, though the results only left mere scratches in their wake. However, the synthesized energy of the Hollow Earth flowed through the arms of the steel giant, condensing into the palms of the Titan slayer. The burning blue plasma sizzled against the oceanic environment, but ultimately augmented the deadly capacity of the buzzsaws, burning, slicing, and crushing into the scales of the prehistoric serpent. A shockwave of fire and steam expanded in their wake, spreading far and wide for all the Pacific dwellers to hear.

Blood ruptured from the fractured wounds, urging a pained cry from the ultramarine beast. An ethereal glow coursed through her body, a reflection of her innermost rage and anguish. Even amidst the agony, the primordial snake curled her long form around the metallic foe, her sharp scales clinging onto the armored exoskeleton. Once again calling to the oceans under her command, Tiamat began to generate a funnel around them. A rapid whirlpool carried both of their large bodies along the currents, spiraling downwards to the dark depths of the abyss.

The deeper they went, the darker it became. Tiamat was well adjusted for traversing the farthest reaches of the surface world, her eyes built to see in the darkness. But unfortunately, as experience dictated, so too was the perpetrator. The murky waters eventually became pitch-black, the pressure of the depths pressing on them. All that would remain visible were the natural bioluminescence of the ocean serpent and the artificial red light of the mechanical terror.

And the farther they went, the drearier it became.

Dark, darker, yet darker…

[ShinGojira14]

Something me and Nagoda are cooking up. Hopefully soon...

Spoiler:

Doomsday fell upon the surface.

Plunged into a decaying war, after proving victorious in the bout of Hong Kong, the extermination of the Titans became an inevitability. One by one, the order of ancient giants was torn asunder by technological malevolence, no matter how many casualties lay in its path. First was Mothra, grinded between its swiveling claws; followed by Rodan, down a wing and mercilessly pulverized into the ground; then the likes of Scylla, Methuselah, Amahuluk, and Na Kika were brutally devastated by the Titan slayer. And while Camazotz and the MUTO proved troublesome, they too were utterly laid to waste by its mechanical fury.

Which was what led it here, to the final sector for Titan-kind.

Having traveled to the openings in Hong Kong, Antarctica, the Mariana Trench, and the North Pole on its murderous voyage, the Apex Destroyer sought out the origin for these prehistoric giants so he could slaughter them all. It was the prime directive, its sole purpose, the only thing driving its digital consciousness after its activation so long ago. Unfortunately for it, the Titans and Humans protecting these passages had collapsed their caverns, in a last ditch effort to protect the underworld from this artificial destroyer. Only the last entrance–-stationed at Outpost 33–-remained. One that was hailed by another name.

Skull Island.


…

How the world ended so quickly.

Here they were, the last threshold to protect their old home from utmost destruction. Many lives lost to the cause, but will their efforts be enough? Amidst the torrential downpour maintained by the looming storm above, Behemoth had his doubts. The tusked mammal kept a steady eye out at the horizon, awaiting for the dreaded enemy to intercept the last entranceway to the Hollow Earth.

He looked over and saw his ally in slumber. For beasts of such stature, a mere week was nothing more than a light nap. But he knew what his companion had been through; had it not been for the sacrifice of Na Kika, Tiamat would’ve been unable to seal the tunnel in the Mariana Trench. She was a fighter at heart, but protecting those that they could was more important than to fight a battle she might not have had the chance to win.

But he knew, even in her sleep, she dreamt of revenge.

Human ambition created the predicament they were in now. With the Alphas slaughtered and their Queen torn to shreds, order was disrupted, leading to the frenzied fall of the surface world. It didn’t stop the out of control Titans from going haywire, even as they were killed indiscriminately. For those that held it together, it was their efforts that prevented the fall of the Hollow Earth as well. Or at least postponing it.

Behemoth snorted, turning his gaze back out to the stormy seas. Lightning danced across the clouds, bringing brief, but spectacular light to this deserted land. While the island itself had long since been flooded by the ruthless, perpetual storm, with most of the inhabitants drowned, the fear of the Skullcrawlers remained. Whether they swam off the island or mysteriously appeared in other parts of the world, their numbers began to grow exponentially.

But that wasn’t his only concern…

Suddenly, a disturbance peering over the horizon caught his eye. A crimson hue lit up the dark rustling waters. It was now or never. The terrestrial Titan boomed a reverberating roar, signaling to his ally that the enemy drew near.

Without a second’s notice, the eyelid and brilles pulled back, revealing powerful eyes determined to bring their foe down.

Wriggling from slumber, the ultramarine serpent slithered to the gloomy coastline. Before she slipped into the vacant ocean, she turned to Behemoth and let out a fervent hiss. A stern reminder of what they’d lose if the mechanical one got into the Hollow Earth. Behemoth only nodded. Even if he could do nothing to help, he ensured that the entrance to the Hollow Earth would be protected–-at all cost.

With that, the last of Tiamat vanished into the murky water, rendered nigh invisible to the naked eye. All the sloth-like Titan could do was wait and witness the inevitable clash far at sea. In less than a minute, a crimson flash emanated from the far off ocean.

The last fight on Earth had begun.

---

The scent of iron permeated through the brine, growing ever apparent the closer Tiamat got to her target. The rough waves churned as she grazed just beneath the surface, the translucent sheet showing the murky, apocalyptic skies above. Blazing yellow eyes pierced the gloomy darkness, locked onto the red gleam that stood out from the dark ocean.

This was her territory, her domain. And with no obstructions to stand in her way, she’d show this mechanical imposter what for.

Hollering with an undersea roar, dispersing amidst the oceanic atmosphere, Tiamat lunged in for the charge. Beckoned at her command, whirling waters began to churn around the beautiful serpent, circulating razor sharp currents around her lithe frame. It acted as a buffer layer for the inevitable clash.

Crimson light shone from the stormy ocean, growing in intensity as it charged its particle cannon. It parted its maw, ignited in a bloody hue, and discharged a superheated laser that effortlessly tore through the waters, instantly evaporating into steam. The A-74 Proton Scream collided against the whirring layer of riptides, piercing through and striking the purple scales of the hydrokinetic ophidian. Her shrieks and bellows of agonizing pain were muffled amidst the harsh burns, stopping the aquatic snake in her path.

On cue, the posterior propulsion engines roared to life, granting the mechanical dragon accelerated speed and maneuverability. Seeking to intercept its target, the fires of the thrusters burned as a trail of effervescence sizzled behind it, setting a course to rip and tear the undersea attacker to shreds. Titanus Tiamat readjusted herself, only to be met by the mechanized fury of the imposter King, taking the full brunt of its rotary extensions.

The pair of metallic zygodactyl claws pressed firmly onto the rough blue scales, activating the buzzsaws built into the fingers of the machine. Razor-sharp blades tore through water and scales alike, though the results only left mere scratches in their wake. However, the synthesized energy of the Hollow Earth flowed through the arms of the steel giant, condensing into the palms of the Titan slayer. The burning blue plasma sizzled against the oceanic environment, but ultimately augmented the deadly capacity of the buzzsaws, burning, slicing, and crushing into the scales of the prehistoric serpent. A shockwave of fire and steam expanded in their wake, spreading far and wide for all the Pacific dwellers to hear.

Blood ruptured from the fractured wounds, urging a pained cry from the ultramarine beast. An ethereal glow coursed through her body, a reflection of her innermost rage and anguish. Even amidst the agony, the primordial snake curled her long form around the metallic foe, her sharp scales clinging onto the armored exoskeleton. Once again calling to the oceans under her command, Tiamat began to generate a funnel around them. A rapid whirlpool carried both of their large bodies along the currents, spiraling downwards to the dark depths of the abyss.

The deeper they went, the darker it became. Tiamat was well adjusted for traversing the farthest reaches of the surface world, her eyes built to see in the darkness. But unfortunately, as experience dictated, so too was the perpetrator. The murky waters eventually became pitch-black, the pressure of the depths pressing on them. All that would remain visible were the natural bioluminescence of the ocean serpent and the artificial red light of the mechanical terror.

And the farther they went, the drearier it became.

Dark, darker, yet darker…

I like it! The premise is intense as hell! Can't wait to see it in it's full form!

[Nagoda]

Something me and Nagoda are cooking up. Hopefully soon...

Spoiler:

Doomsday fell upon the surface.

Plunged into a decaying war, after proving victorious in the bout of Hong Kong, the extermination of the Titans became an inevitability. One by one, the order of ancient giants was torn asunder by technological malevolence, no matter how many casualties lay in its path. First was Mothra, grinded between its swiveling claws; followed by Rodan, down a wing and mercilessly pulverized into the ground; then the likes of Scylla, Methuselah, Amahuluk, and Na Kika were brutally devastated by the Titan slayer. And while Camazotz and the MUTO proved troublesome, they too were utterly laid to waste by its mechanical fury.

Which was what led it here, to the final sector for Titan-kind.

Having traveled to the openings in Hong Kong, Antarctica, the Mariana Trench, and the North Pole on its murderous voyage, the Apex Destroyer sought out the origin for these prehistoric giants so he could slaughter them all. It was the prime directive, its sole purpose, the only thing driving its digital consciousness after its activation so long ago. Unfortunately for it, the Titans and Humans protecting these passages had collapsed their caverns, in a last ditch effort to protect the underworld from this artificial destroyer. Only the last entrance–-stationed at Outpost 33–-remained. One that was hailed by another name.

Skull Island.


…

How the world ended so quickly.

Here they were, the last threshold to protect their old home from utmost destruction. Many lives lost to the cause, but will their efforts be enough? Amidst the torrential downpour maintained by the looming storm above, Behemoth had his doubts. The tusked mammal kept a steady eye out at the horizon, awaiting for the dreaded enemy to intercept the last entranceway to the Hollow Earth.

He looked over and saw his ally in slumber. For beasts of such stature, a mere week was nothing more than a light nap. But he knew what his companion had been through; had it not been for the sacrifice of Na Kika, Tiamat would’ve been unable to seal the tunnel in the Mariana Trench. She was a fighter at heart, but protecting those that they could was more important than to fight a battle she might not have had the chance to win.

But he knew, even in her sleep, she dreamt of revenge.

Human ambition created the predicament they were in now. With the Alphas slaughtered and their Queen torn to shreds, order was disrupted, leading to the frenzied fall of the surface world. It didn’t stop the out of control Titans from going haywire, even as they were killed indiscriminately. For those that held it together, it was their efforts that prevented the fall of the Hollow Earth as well. Or at least postponing it.

Behemoth snorted, turning his gaze back out to the stormy seas. Lightning danced across the clouds, bringing brief, but spectacular light to this deserted land. While the island itself had long since been flooded by the ruthless, perpetual storm, with most of the inhabitants drowned, the fear of the Skullcrawlers remained. Whether they swam off the island or mysteriously appeared in other parts of the world, their numbers began to grow exponentially.

But that wasn’t his only concern…

Suddenly, a disturbance peering over the horizon caught his eye. A crimson hue lit up the dark rustling waters. It was now or never. The terrestrial Titan boomed a reverberating roar, signaling to his ally that the enemy drew near.

Without a second’s notice, the eyelid and brilles pulled back, revealing powerful eyes determined to bring their foe down.

Wriggling from slumber, the ultramarine serpent slithered to the gloomy coastline. Before she slipped into the vacant ocean, she turned to Behemoth and let out a fervent hiss. A stern reminder of what they’d lose if the mechanical one got into the Hollow Earth. Behemoth only nodded. Even if he could do nothing to help, he ensured that the entrance to the Hollow Earth would be protected–-at all cost.

With that, the last of Tiamat vanished into the murky water, rendered nigh invisible to the naked eye. All the sloth-like Titan could do was wait and witness the inevitable clash far at sea. In less than a minute, a crimson flash emanated from the far off ocean.

The last fight on Earth had begun.

---

The scent of iron permeated through the brine, growing ever apparent the closer Tiamat got to her target. The rough waves churned as she grazed just beneath the surface, the translucent sheet showing the murky, apocalyptic skies above. Blazing yellow eyes pierced the gloomy darkness, locked onto the red gleam that stood out from the dark ocean.

This was her territory, her domain. And with no obstructions to stand in her way, she’d show this mechanical imposter what for.

Hollering with an undersea roar, dispersing amidst the oceanic atmosphere, Tiamat lunged in for the charge. Beckoned at her command, whirling waters began to churn around the beautiful serpent, circulating razor sharp currents around her lithe frame. It acted as a buffer layer for the inevitable clash.

Crimson light shone from the stormy ocean, growing in intensity as it charged its particle cannon. It parted its maw, ignited in a bloody hue, and discharged a superheated laser that effortlessly tore through the waters, instantly evaporating into steam. The A-74 Proton Scream collided against the whirring layer of riptides, piercing through and striking the purple scales of the hydrokinetic ophidian. Her shrieks and bellows of agonizing pain were muffled amidst the harsh burns, stopping the aquatic snake in her path.

On cue, the posterior propulsion engines roared to life, granting the mechanical dragon accelerated speed and maneuverability. Seeking to intercept its target, the fires of the thrusters burned as a trail of effervescence sizzled behind it, setting a course to rip and tear the undersea attacker to shreds. Titanus Tiamat readjusted herself, only to be met by the mechanized fury of the imposter King, taking the full brunt of its rotary extensions.

The pair of metallic zygodactyl claws pressed firmly onto the rough blue scales, activating the buzzsaws built into the fingers of the machine. Razor-sharp blades tore through water and scales alike, though the results only left mere scratches in their wake. However, the synthesized energy of the Hollow Earth flowed through the arms of the steel giant, condensing into the palms of the Titan slayer. The burning blue plasma sizzled against the oceanic environment, but ultimately augmented the deadly capacity of the buzzsaws, burning, slicing, and crushing into the scales of the prehistoric serpent. A shockwave of fire and steam expanded in their wake, spreading far and wide for all the Pacific dwellers to hear.

Blood ruptured from the fractured wounds, urging a pained cry from the ultramarine beast. An ethereal glow coursed through her body, a reflection of her innermost rage and anguish. Even amidst the agony, the primordial snake curled her long form around the metallic foe, her sharp scales clinging onto the armored exoskeleton. Once again calling to the oceans under her command, Tiamat began to generate a funnel around them. A rapid whirlpool carried both of their large bodies along the currents, spiraling downwards to the dark depths of the abyss.

The deeper they went, the darker it became. Tiamat was well adjusted for traversing the farthest reaches of the surface world, her eyes built to see in the darkness. But unfortunately, as experience dictated, so too was the perpetrator. The murky waters eventually became pitch-black, the pressure of the depths pressing on them. All that would remain visible were the natural bioluminescence of the ocean serpent and the artificial red light of the mechanical terror.

And the farther they went, the drearier it became.

Dark, darker, yet darker…

I like it! The premise is intense as hell! Can't wait to see it in it's full form!

Oh you haven’t seen anything yet. There’s much more to come in this match.

[Dunkeeni]

Something me and Nagoda are cooking up. Hopefully soon...

Spoiler:

Doomsday fell upon the surface.

Plunged into a decaying war, after proving victorious in the bout of Hong Kong, the extermination of the Titans became an inevitability. One by one, the order of ancient giants was torn asunder by technological malevolence, no matter how many casualties lay in its path. First was Mothra, grinded between its swiveling claws; followed by Rodan, down a wing and mercilessly pulverized into the ground; then the likes of Scylla, Methuselah, Amahuluk, and Na Kika were brutally devastated by the Titan slayer. And while Camazotz and the MUTO proved troublesome, they too were utterly laid to waste by its mechanical fury.

Which was what led it here, to the final sector for Titan-kind.

Having traveled to the openings in Hong Kong, Antarctica, the Mariana Trench, and the North Pole on its murderous voyage, the Apex Destroyer sought out the origin for these prehistoric giants so he could slaughter them all. It was the prime directive, its sole purpose, the only thing driving its digital consciousness after its activation so long ago. Unfortunately for it, the Titans and Humans protecting these passages had collapsed their caverns, in a last ditch effort to protect the underworld from this artificial destroyer. Only the last entrance–-stationed at Outpost 33–-remained. One that was hailed by another name.

Skull Island.


…

How the world ended so quickly.

Here they were, the last threshold to protect their old home from utmost destruction. Many lives lost to the cause, but will their efforts be enough? Amidst the torrential downpour maintained by the looming storm above, Behemoth had his doubts. The tusked mammal kept a steady eye out at the horizon, awaiting for the dreaded enemy to intercept the last entranceway to the Hollow Earth.

He looked over and saw his ally in slumber. For beasts of such stature, a mere week was nothing more than a light nap. But he knew what his companion had been through; had it not been for the sacrifice of Na Kika, Tiamat would’ve been unable to seal the tunnel in the Mariana Trench. She was a fighter at heart, but protecting those that they could was more important than to fight a battle she might not have had the chance to win.

But he knew, even in her sleep, she dreamt of revenge.

Human ambition created the predicament they were in now. With the Alphas slaughtered and their Queen torn to shreds, order was disrupted, leading to the frenzied fall of the surface world. It didn’t stop the out of control Titans from going haywire, even as they were killed indiscriminately. For those that held it together, it was their efforts that prevented the fall of the Hollow Earth as well. Or at least postponing it.

Behemoth snorted, turning his gaze back out to the stormy seas. Lightning danced across the clouds, bringing brief, but spectacular light to this deserted land. While the island itself had long since been flooded by the ruthless, perpetual storm, with most of the inhabitants drowned, the fear of the Skullcrawlers remained. Whether they swam off the island or mysteriously appeared in other parts of the world, their numbers began to grow exponentially.

But that wasn’t his only concern…

Suddenly, a disturbance peering over the horizon caught his eye. A crimson hue lit up the dark rustling waters. It was now or never. The terrestrial Titan boomed a reverberating roar, signaling to his ally that the enemy drew near.

Without a second’s notice, the eyelid and brilles pulled back, revealing powerful eyes determined to bring their foe down.

Wriggling from slumber, the ultramarine serpent slithered to the gloomy coastline. Before she slipped into the vacant ocean, she turned to Behemoth and let out a fervent hiss. A stern reminder of what they’d lose if the mechanical one got into the Hollow Earth. Behemoth only nodded. Even if he could do nothing to help, he ensured that the entrance to the Hollow Earth would be protected–-at all cost.

With that, the last of Tiamat vanished into the murky water, rendered nigh invisible to the naked eye. All the sloth-like Titan could do was wait and witness the inevitable clash far at sea. In less than a minute, a crimson flash emanated from the far off ocean.

The last fight on Earth had begun.

---

The scent of iron permeated through the brine, growing ever apparent the closer Tiamat got to her target. The rough waves churned as she grazed just beneath the surface, the translucent sheet showing the murky, apocalyptic skies above. Blazing yellow eyes pierced the gloomy darkness, locked onto the red gleam that stood out from the dark ocean.

This was her territory, her domain. And with no obstructions to stand in her way, she’d show this mechanical imposter what for.

Hollering with an undersea roar, dispersing amidst the oceanic atmosphere, Tiamat lunged in for the charge. Beckoned at her command, whirling waters began to churn around the beautiful serpent, circulating razor sharp currents around her lithe frame. It acted as a buffer layer for the inevitable clash.

Crimson light shone from the stormy ocean, growing in intensity as it charged its particle cannon. It parted its maw, ignited in a bloody hue, and discharged a superheated laser that effortlessly tore through the waters, instantly evaporating into steam. The A-74 Proton Scream collided against the whirring layer of riptides, piercing through and striking the purple scales of the hydrokinetic ophidian. Her shrieks and bellows of agonizing pain were muffled amidst the harsh burns, stopping the aquatic snake in her path.

On cue, the posterior propulsion engines roared to life, granting the mechanical dragon accelerated speed and maneuverability. Seeking to intercept its target, the fires of the thrusters burned as a trail of effervescence sizzled behind it, setting a course to rip and tear the undersea attacker to shreds. Titanus Tiamat readjusted herself, only to be met by the mechanized fury of the imposter King, taking the full brunt of its rotary extensions.

The pair of metallic zygodactyl claws pressed firmly onto the rough blue scales, activating the buzzsaws built into the fingers of the machine. Razor-sharp blades tore through water and scales alike, though the results only left mere scratches in their wake. However, the synthesized energy of the Hollow Earth flowed through the arms of the steel giant, condensing into the palms of the Titan slayer. The burning blue plasma sizzled against the oceanic environment, but ultimately augmented the deadly capacity of the buzzsaws, burning, slicing, and crushing into the scales of the prehistoric serpent. A shockwave of fire and steam expanded in their wake, spreading far and wide for all the Pacific dwellers to hear.

Blood ruptured from the fractured wounds, urging a pained cry from the ultramarine beast. An ethereal glow coursed through her body, a reflection of her innermost rage and anguish. Even amidst the agony, the primordial snake curled her long form around the metallic foe, her sharp scales clinging onto the armored exoskeleton. Once again calling to the oceans under her command, Tiamat began to generate a funnel around them. A rapid whirlpool carried both of their large bodies along the currents, spiraling downwards to the dark depths of the abyss.

The deeper they went, the darker it became. Tiamat was well adjusted for traversing the farthest reaches of the surface world, her eyes built to see in the darkness. But unfortunately, as experience dictated, so too was the perpetrator. The murky waters eventually became pitch-black, the pressure of the depths pressing on them. All that would remain visible were the natural bioluminescence of the ocean serpent and the artificial red light of the mechanical terror.

And the farther they went, the drearier it became.

Dark, darker, yet darker…

I like it! The premise is intense as hell! Can't wait to see it in it's full form!

Oh you haven’t seen anything yet. There’s much more to come in this match.

Oh yeah, things are getting intense now! Can't wait!

[ShinGojira14]

Something me and Nagoda are cooking up. Hopefully soon...

Spoiler:

Doomsday fell upon the surface.

Plunged into a decaying war, after proving victorious in the bout of Hong Kong, the extermination of the Titans became an inevitability. One by one, the order of ancient giants was torn asunder by technological malevolence, no matter how many casualties lay in its path. First was Mothra, grinded between its swiveling claws; followed by Rodan, down a wing and mercilessly pulverized into the ground; then the likes of Scylla, Methuselah, Amahuluk, and Na Kika were brutally devastated by the Titan slayer. And while Camazotz and the MUTO proved troublesome, they too were utterly laid to waste by its mechanical fury.

Which was what led it here, to the final sector for Titan-kind.

Having traveled to the openings in Hong Kong, Antarctica, the Mariana Trench, and the North Pole on its murderous voyage, the Apex Destroyer sought out the origin for these prehistoric giants so he could slaughter them all. It was the prime directive, its sole purpose, the only thing driving its digital consciousness after its activation so long ago. Unfortunately for it, the Titans and Humans protecting these passages had collapsed their caverns, in a last ditch effort to protect the underworld from this artificial destroyer. Only the last entrance–-stationed at Outpost 33–-remained. One that was hailed by another name.

Skull Island.


…

How the world ended so quickly.

Here they were, the last threshold to protect their old home from utmost destruction. Many lives lost to the cause, but will their efforts be enough? Amidst the torrential downpour maintained by the looming storm above, Behemoth had his doubts. The tusked mammal kept a steady eye out at the horizon, awaiting for the dreaded enemy to intercept the last entranceway to the Hollow Earth.

He looked over and saw his ally in slumber. For beasts of such stature, a mere week was nothing more than a light nap. But he knew what his companion had been through; had it not been for the sacrifice of Na Kika, Tiamat would’ve been unable to seal the tunnel in the Mariana Trench. She was a fighter at heart, but protecting those that they could was more important than to fight a battle she might not have had the chance to win.

But he knew, even in her sleep, she dreamt of revenge.

Human ambition created the predicament they were in now. With the Alphas slaughtered and their Queen torn to shreds, order was disrupted, leading to the frenzied fall of the surface world. It didn’t stop the out of control Titans from going haywire, even as they were killed indiscriminately. For those that held it together, it was their efforts that prevented the fall of the Hollow Earth as well. Or at least postponing it.

Behemoth snorted, turning his gaze back out to the stormy seas. Lightning danced across the clouds, bringing brief, but spectacular light to this deserted land. While the island itself had long since been flooded by the ruthless, perpetual storm, with most of the inhabitants drowned, the fear of the Skullcrawlers remained. Whether they swam off the island or mysteriously appeared in other parts of the world, their numbers began to grow exponentially.

But that wasn’t his only concern…

Suddenly, a disturbance peering over the horizon caught his eye. A crimson hue lit up the dark rustling waters. It was now or never. The terrestrial Titan boomed a reverberating roar, signaling to his ally that the enemy drew near.

Without a second’s notice, the eyelid and brilles pulled back, revealing powerful eyes determined to bring their foe down.

Wriggling from slumber, the ultramarine serpent slithered to the gloomy coastline. Before she slipped into the vacant ocean, she turned to Behemoth and let out a fervent hiss. A stern reminder of what they’d lose if the mechanical one got into the Hollow Earth. Behemoth only nodded. Even if he could do nothing to help, he ensured that the entrance to the Hollow Earth would be protected–-at all cost.

With that, the last of Tiamat vanished into the murky water, rendered nigh invisible to the naked eye. All the sloth-like Titan could do was wait and witness the inevitable clash far at sea. In less than a minute, a crimson flash emanated from the far off ocean.

The last fight on Earth had begun.

---

The scent of iron permeated through the brine, growing ever apparent the closer Tiamat got to her target. The rough waves churned as she grazed just beneath the surface, the translucent sheet showing the murky, apocalyptic skies above. Blazing yellow eyes pierced the gloomy darkness, locked onto the red gleam that stood out from the dark ocean.

This was her territory, her domain. And with no obstructions to stand in her way, she’d show this mechanical imposter what for.

Hollering with an undersea roar, dispersing amidst the oceanic atmosphere, Tiamat lunged in for the charge. Beckoned at her command, whirling waters began to churn around the beautiful serpent, circulating razor sharp currents around her lithe frame. It acted as a buffer layer for the inevitable clash.

Crimson light shone from the stormy ocean, growing in intensity as it charged its particle cannon. It parted its maw, ignited in a bloody hue, and discharged a superheated laser that effortlessly tore through the waters, instantly evaporating into steam. The A-74 Proton Scream collided against the whirring layer of riptides, piercing through and striking the purple scales of the hydrokinetic ophidian. Her shrieks and bellows of agonizing pain were muffled amidst the harsh burns, stopping the aquatic snake in her path.

On cue, the posterior propulsion engines roared to life, granting the mechanical dragon accelerated speed and maneuverability. Seeking to intercept its target, the fires of the thrusters burned as a trail of effervescence sizzled behind it, setting a course to rip and tear the undersea attacker to shreds. Titanus Tiamat readjusted herself, only to be met by the mechanized fury of the imposter King, taking the full brunt of its rotary extensions.

The pair of metallic zygodactyl claws pressed firmly onto the rough blue scales, activating the buzzsaws built into the fingers of the machine. Razor-sharp blades tore through water and scales alike, though the results only left mere scratches in their wake. However, the synthesized energy of the Hollow Earth flowed through the arms of the steel giant, condensing into the palms of the Titan slayer. The burning blue plasma sizzled against the oceanic environment, but ultimately augmented the deadly capacity of the buzzsaws, burning, slicing, and crushing into the scales of the prehistoric serpent. A shockwave of fire and steam expanded in their wake, spreading far and wide for all the Pacific dwellers to hear.

Blood ruptured from the fractured wounds, urging a pained cry from the ultramarine beast. An ethereal glow coursed through her body, a reflection of her innermost rage and anguish. Even amidst the agony, the primordial snake curled her long form around the metallic foe, her sharp scales clinging onto the armored exoskeleton. Once again calling to the oceans under her command, Tiamat began to generate a funnel around them. A rapid whirlpool carried both of their large bodies along the currents, spiraling downwards to the dark depths of the abyss.

The deeper they went, the darker it became. Tiamat was well adjusted for traversing the farthest reaches of the surface world, her eyes built to see in the darkness. But unfortunately, as experience dictated, so too was the perpetrator. The murky waters eventually became pitch-black, the pressure of the depths pressing on them. All that would remain visible were the natural bioluminescence of the ocean serpent and the artificial red light of the mechanical terror.

And the farther they went, the drearier it became.

Dark, darker, yet darker…

I like it! The premise is intense as hell! Can't wait to see it in it's full form!

Oh you haven’t seen anything yet. There’s much more to come in this match.

Oh, I can imagine! Suspense, secrets, surprises at every turn...give it to me!

[Dunkeeni]

I like it! The premise is intense as hell! Can't wait to see it in it's full form!

Oh you haven’t seen anything yet. There’s much more to come in this match.

Oh, I can imagine! Suspense, secrets, surprises at every turn...give it to me!

I feel the same way dude! If this is gonna be the kaiju version of The Shining, give me!

[ShinGojira14]

No, the characters in this trailer haven't been KWC approved. No, they're not gonna be combatants in this or any match until the staff says so. Yes, they're only here as characters for the story narrative.

Spoiler:

Day 19: Ganging Up.

The renegade monsters are totally beyond our ability to contain; it looks like nothing can stop them now. To make matters worse, Grand King Ghidorah has accumulated the last ‘Power Surge’ crystal type in Sydney, and is now feared to be borderline unstoppable. Some of Earth’s Defenders have begun migrating towards the three-headed monster’s current location, possibly hunting him in an effort to take him down. We can only hope they succeed.

UPDATE: We’ve received a possibly hopeful report that the Vortaak mothership has been brought down, possibly by one of Earth’s monsters. One defender in particular is currently heading in on the crash site’s location.



*****



A lithe shadow sped over the surface of the Pacific Ocean.

From the second he first saw his destination in the distance, Ultraman Jack knew something was out of order. Monster Island was meant to be a lush and tropical habitat on all fronts, almost filled entirely with rainforests with only brief spots of volcanic rock plains and surrounding edges of beach. And whenever its dominant volcano erupted, it usually spilled into the ocean to form brand new land, whether underwater or above the surface. But what Jack saw up ahead of him made him question if, for the first time in his life, his sense of destination had made some mistake.

The Ultra Brother slowed his speed as he began to near the…transformed isle, his blank expression failing to hide the shock he felt in seeing the former paradise’s new state. At least half of all the rainforests on Monster Island were black and putrid with decay, dotted with occasional fumes that wisped from the horrid soil. Not a single animal of any kind added one noise to the still, silent air. No birds, no insects, not even the usual chorus from other Kaiju that Jack knew was supposed to be commonplace here. Smoke loomed in a great billow somewhere over the horizon, thick enough to overshadow the usual volcanic activity.

And the smell in the air…

The cosmos have mercy, it was far beyond putrid. Ultraman Jack had smelled many scents throughout his 17,000-year life, some more horrid than others—but none of them compared to this. Even without tear ducts that humans had, Jack was beginning to have trouble seeing—breathing, even—from inhaling that disgusting air. He bent to one knee, fighting to regain control of himself. There was no time to waste; something was seriously wrong on this island, and it needed immediate investigation. Between a global crystal plague ravaging the planet, another Vortaak invasion, and now Grand King Ghidorah having accumulated the strength of all the ‘Power Surge’ crystals to become a supercharged tyrant, it seemed that something else had flown entirely under the radar.

Something that all forces, from the GDF and Earth’s Kaiju defenders to even Ultras such as himself, had failed to detect…

Jack wanted to track down the King of Terror and engage him, like many of Earth’s monsters and heroes were currently doing, but as of late he had to change his plans. Out of nowhere, reports that the Vortaak mothership had been abruptly brought down had reached his ears, and his instinct to investigate had taken over. Immeasurable a threat as a crystal-powered King Ghidorah was, Jack knew that no threat was to be looked over. So, he had elected to go and inspect the crash site himself in a reconnaissance mission.

Leave no stone unturned; one of his favorite sayings.

Summoning all his strength just to stand up, Jack began to trek into the wasteland that was once a tropical ecosystem. In normal circumstances, the hero would expect Baragon to pop out at him from a hiding spot with predatory intent. But not even the subterranean terror could be seen or heard in the landscape Jack walked upon. And the further Jack walked, the more dead land his eyes uncovered—to say nothing of the mounting smell that almost made him retch.

Was the entire island like this?

The ground beneath the Ultra’s feet was beginning to feel…soggy. Damp, to a degree. Viscous strands of it were starting to stick to his feet as he walked. As if it were no longer composed of soil—or at least, not healthy and fertile soil essential to planets with life. Was there something in the soil, Jack wondered? Volcanic mud, or acid rain, perhaps?

The ground ahead ascended into a hill, and even without trees to dot the ground Jack recognized where it would lead to; he had visited these grounds before. But what troubled him were two hindrances: one, the billowing smoke he had seen beforehand was emanating from just over said hill. And two: the loathsome smell ravaged his senses more vengefully than ever. Whatever it was, this was it.

Straining through the hellish aroma, Jack traversed the hill.

The sight that met his glowing eyes silenced whatever words may have been forming in his mind.

The reports were true, the Vortaak mothership had been brought down—but something in his gut told him that not everything was as it seemed. The ship looked more like it had crashed, not been shot down in any way. If any Kaiju had indeed taken it out, it must’ve been from the inside. Impossibly large even in death, the mothership had a portion big enough to fit Grand King Ghidorah blown through its side. And from what Jack could tell, it looked like it had indeed been blown out through the inside. Normally, that would be enough for him to assume one of Earth’s Defenders had gotten the job done. Alas, there were still too many red flags that told his gut otherwise.

All around the smoking wreckage of the crash, the rainforests were all but nonexistent, with only a handful of dead trees dotting his sights. The air reeked so bad, Jack began to question if he was simply having a bad dream, and that no such scent even existed. The soil was grassless and gray as the surface of Mercury, reminding Jack of planets and moons that did not harbor life. But what stole his attention was what littered the desolate reaches of what was once Monster Island.

Skeletons.

At least ten huge skeletons lay scattered about the putrid wastes, completely eroded to the bone without a trace of flesh or skin left over. Looking upon each one, Jack felt cold chills travel his spine as he identified them all. Gabara, Pagos II, Gomess IV, Gorosaurus…and his heart ached a bit when he saw the bones that could only belong to Baragon.

But the identities of the other four caught him completely off guard.

Gigan, once the hammer of the Vortaak invasion, was now nothing more than a mixture of bones and metal left to rust in the horrible air quality. And even though only his drills and horn remained, they were all Jack needed to see to know that Megalon had met the same fate. Not far away lay the hulking bones of Orga, dead and never to terrorize the planet again. And two misshapen skeletons in particular bore disc-shaped skulls, betraying the identities as The Visitor and Rhiahn.

These were five of the main monsters at the Vortaak’s disposal. If an Earth Defender Kaiju had indeed brought down the mothership and killed these invaders, then surely there wouldn’t be any skeletons of other Earth Defenders alongside.

Something else had occurred here…

Jack abruptly stopped in his tracks. Amidst the deathly wastes that Monster Island had turned into, the Ultra spotted a figure lying supine a small distance from the mothership’s wreckage. In an instant, the warrior was running with frightened urgency, quickly recognizing who the prone figure was even from afar. Blue, red and silver colors that were once magnificent to look upon, were now matted with terrible burns upon the unmoving form of Zero. Terror spread throughout Jack as he reached his prone form of his grandnephew in law, dreading the worst.

“Zero?! Zero!” Jack exclaimed as he pulled Zero up off the toxic ground. “Zero, can you hear me?!”

At first, there was no reply from the son of Seven. His golden eyes remained dimmed out, his body showing no signs of movement. And his trembling great-uncle in law began to bow his head in sorrow…

Eyes suddenly flaring to life, Zero lurched up in a fit of wheezing and coughing, startling Jack. Still, the relief that swept over him was a welcome one; his grandnephew in law was still alive. But unlike his elder, there was no cause for celebration for Zero. The moment his eyes regained their former life and his breathing began to steady, the young Ultra began looking about in a frantic manner. Even staggering, the youth managed to get to his feet quite quickly.

“...Jack?” Zero asked wearily.

“It’s alright,” Jack tried to calm him down, “I’m right here. You’re okay—”

“Is it dead?” Zero asked abruptly, his voice quiet yet coarse with a fear never before displayed.

Jack balked at this, unsure of what his grandnephew in law was saying. “What are you talking about…?”

Zero was all but shaking as he began to move, walking about and looking in all directions as if searching for something vital. Jack called his name, but he didn’t reply. He simply kept scouring the wastelands of Monster Island, occasionally running from one spot to another for reasons Jack could not discern. The older Ultra ran to his frantic grandnephew, clutching him firmly by the shoulder—only for Zero to whirl at the contact.

“WE CAN’T WASTE TIME!” Zero cried. “IT HAS TO BE DESTROYED! WE CAN’T LEAVE A SINGLE TRACE BEHIND!”

“ZERO!” Jack grabbed the youth’s shoulder more firmly, temporarily stopping him in his tracks. “What happened here?”

“The Vortaak are all dead,” Zero explained quickly. “One of their plans went wrong.” He clutched his grand-uncle’s shoulder tightly enough to bruise it. “Please, HELP me! We need to make sure nothing leaves this site alive!”

Cold chills clutched Jack’s soul as he stared at Ultraseven’s son. Zero was normally headstrong, sometimes cocky, but most of all utterly fearless. Never had he seen his grandnephew this terrified before. Whatever it was that had so effectively managed to scare Zero out of his mind was not to be taken lightly; Zero may be young, but he was no fool. And Jack never doubted for a second that Zero knew a horrific threat when he saw one…

Yellow irises leered from the darkness of the hole in the ship.

Before Jack could make a response, a horrid sound echoed from places unseen. It was a sound unlike anything Jack had heard before, one he didn’t know how to properly describe…and then it happened. Quick as the blink of an eye, an abominable shape catapulted from the bowels of the crashed mothership. Zero whirled around, and even without the ability of facial expression there was no hiding his horror at the sight. The organism, foul and terrible, was across the once-grassy field in one moment. And the next, it was plunging straight into the waters that would eventually lead off the island…

From the beam lamp on his head, Zero fired forth the Emerium Slash. The jade beam struck where the organism had been mere moments ago, erupting into a massive fireball.

Still, the telltale trail in the water told him he had missed.

“DON’T LET IT GET AWAY!” Never had Jack heard his grandnephew scream so loud, and with such gut-wrenching urgency.

Zero was running towards the water in an instant, Jack springing after him. The stink of the air, the decay of the landscape, it had all become an afterthought as the two Ultras plunged into the water; Jack trailing his grandnephew closely as he began chasing the dark shape that he could only assume was the threat. Up ahead, Zero fired off his Emerium Slash once more, the light of the ray illuminating the hellish shape of the Vortaak’s apparent killer. The attack missed, and the being continued to advance at enough speed to keep ahead of the Ultra warriors. Crossing his own hands in a plus-shape, Jack aided his grand nephew and fired his own Spacium Beam at the shadow of the threat, but he too missed.

The Vortaak dead in less than a day; their armada of some of the deadliest Kaiju known to the cosmos, reduced to nothing but a graveyard of bones left to rot; and now the being responsible for their demise running loose towards the world. As if a crystal-powered tyrant Ghidorah wasn’t terrible enough, now the darkness that loomed over the planet was growing larger than ever. It seemed the end times truly were on the doorstep now.

The planet couldn’t afford another horror like this. Whatever this entity was, whatever atrocities it was capable of and had already committed, it could not be allowed to escape. Times were already more desperate than ever before; the last thing Earth needed was something like this. All the shots the two warriors were about to take could not miss.

Zero fired his Emerium Slash once more, but again the entity weaved out of the way. Another Spacium Beam followed it, but no progress. The shadow of the terror was beginning to dim, informing its pursuers of the growing distance between them…

Panic began to set into the older Ultra, and he pulled his arms into an L-shape to let loose the Cinerama Shot. Following his lead, another Emerium Slash erupted from Zero’s beam lamp with the full intent to kill the threat before it started. Alas, both attacks missed, and the shape of the entity dimmed ever gradually as it changed directions…

Keeping their arms in L-poses, both Ultras focused all their aiming prowess into their next shot.

The weight of trillions on their shoulders, screaming at their hearts not for them to miss.

Their beams let loose…


*****


Day 20: TYRANT

It is feared that King Ghidorah has become totally corrupt by accumulating all known Power Surges, making him the most powerful creature on Earth. Now, monsters from all factions are bearing down on his location with great haste. All remaining Kaiju and heroes are joining forces to bring down this new tyrant.

Some designations are unknown…

[Gigantis]

No, the characters in this trailer haven't been KWC approved. No, they're not gonna be combatants in this or any match until the staff says so. Yes, they're only here as characters for the story narrative.

Spoiler:

Day 19: Ganging Up.

The renegade monsters are totally beyond our ability to contain; it looks like nothing can stop them now. To make matters worse, Grand King Ghidorah has accumulated the last ‘Power Surge’ crystal type in Sydney, and is now feared to be borderline unstoppable. Some of Earth’s Defenders have begun migrating towards the three-headed monster’s current location, possibly hunting him in an effort to take him down. We can only hope they succeed.

UPDATE: We’ve received a possibly hopeful report that the Vortaak mothership has been brought down, possibly by one of Earth’s monsters. One defender in particular is currently heading in on the crash site’s location.



*****



A lithe shadow sped over the surface of the Pacific Ocean.

From the second he first saw his destination in the distance, Ultraman Jack knew something was out of order. Monster Island was meant to be a lush and tropical habitat on all fronts, almost filled entirely with rainforests with only brief spots of volcanic rock plains and surrounding edges of beach. And whenever its dominant volcano erupted, it usually spilled into the ocean to form brand new land, whether underwater or above the surface. But what Jack saw up ahead of him made him question if, for the first time in his life, his sense of destination had made some mistake.

The Ultra Brother slowed his speed as he began to near the…transformed isle, his blank expression failing to hide the shock he felt in seeing the former paradise’s new state. At least half of all the rainforests on Monster Island were black and putrid with decay, dotted with occasional fumes that wisped from the horrid soil. Not a single animal of any kind added one noise to the still, silent air. No birds, no insects, not even the usual chorus from other Kaiju that Jack knew was supposed to be commonplace here. Smoke loomed in a great billow somewhere over the horizon, thick enough to overshadow the usual volcanic activity.

And the smell in the air…

The cosmos have mercy, it was far beyond putrid. Ultraman Jack had smelled many scents throughout his 17,000-year life, some more horrid than others—but none of them compared to this. Even without tear ducts that humans had, Jack was beginning to have trouble seeing—breathing, even—from inhaling that disgusting air. He bent to one knee, fighting to regain control of himself. There was no time to waste; something was seriously wrong on this island, and it needed immediate investigation. Between a global crystal plague ravaging the planet, another Vortaak invasion, and now Grand King Ghidorah having accumulated the strength of all the ‘Power Surge’ crystals to become a supercharged tyrant, it seemed that something else had flown entirely under the radar.

Something that all forces, from the GDF and Earth’s Kaiju defenders to even Ultras such as himself, had failed to detect…

Jack wanted to track down the King of Terror and engage him, like many of Earth’s monsters and heroes were currently doing, but as of late he had to change his plans. Out of nowhere, reports that the Vortaak mothership had been abruptly brought down had reached his ears, and his instinct to investigate had taken over. Immeasurable a threat as a crystal-powered King Ghidorah was, Jack knew that no threat was to be looked over. So, he had elected to go and inspect the crash site himself in a reconnaissance mission.

Leave no stone unturned; one of his favorite sayings.

Summoning all his strength just to stand up, Jack began to trek into the wasteland that was once a tropical ecosystem. In normal circumstances, the hero would expect Baragon to pop out at him from a hiding spot with predatory intent. But not even the subterranean terror could be seen or heard in the landscape Jack walked upon. And the further Jack walked, the more dead land his eyes uncovered—to say nothing of the mounting smell that almost made him retch.

Was the entire island like this?

The ground beneath the Ultra’s feet was beginning to feel…soggy. Damp, to a degree. Viscous strands of it were starting to stick to his feet as he walked. As if it were no longer composed of soil—or at least, not healthy and fertile soil essential to planets with life. Was there something in the soil, Jack wondered? Volcanic mud, or acid rain, perhaps?

The ground ahead ascended into a hill, and even without trees to dot the ground Jack recognized where it would lead to; he had visited these grounds before. But what troubled him were two hindrances: one, the billowing smoke he had seen beforehand was emanating from just over said hill. And two: the loathsome smell ravaged his senses more vengefully than ever. Whatever it was, this was it.

Straining through the hellish aroma, Jack traversed the hill.

The sight that met his glowing eyes silenced whatever words may have been forming in his mind.

The reports were true, the Vortaak mothership had been brought down—but something in his gut told him that not everything was as it seemed. The ship looked more like it had crashed, not been shot down in any way. If any Kaiju had indeed taken it out, it must’ve been from the inside. Impossibly large even in death, the mothership had a portion big enough to fit Grand King Ghidorah blown through its side. And from what Jack could tell, it looked like it had indeed been blown out through the inside. Normally, that would be enough for him to assume one of Earth’s Defenders had gotten the job done. Alas, there were still too many red flags that told his gut otherwise.

All around the smoking wreckage of the crash, the rainforests were all but nonexistent, with only a handful of dead trees dotting his sights. The air reeked so bad, Jack began to question if he was simply having a bad dream, and that no such scent even existed. The soil was grassless and gray as the surface of Mercury, reminding Jack of planets and moons that did not harbor life. But what stole his attention was what littered the desolate reaches of what was once Monster Island.

Skeletons.

At least ten huge skeletons lay scattered about the putrid wastes, completely eroded to the bone without a trace of flesh or skin left over. Looking upon each one, Jack felt cold chills travel his spine as he identified them all. Gabara, Pagos II, Gomess IV, Gorosaurus…and his heart ached a bit when he saw the bones that could only belong to Baragon.

But the identities of the other four caught him completely off guard.

Gigan, once the hammer of the Vortaak invasion, was now nothing more than a mixture of bones and metal left to rust in the horrible air quality. And even though only his drills and horn remained, they were all Jack needed to see to know that Megalon had met the same fate. Not far away lay the hulking bones of Orga, dead and never to terrorize the planet again. And two misshapen skeletons in particular bore disc-shaped skulls, betraying the identities as The Visitor and Rhiahn.

These were five of the main monsters at the Vortaak’s disposal. If an Earth Defender Kaiju had indeed brought down the mothership and killed these invaders, then surely there wouldn’t be any skeletons of other Earth Defenders alongside.

Something else had occurred here…

Jack abruptly stopped in his tracks. Amidst the deathly wastes that Monster Island had turned into, the Ultra spotted a figure lying supine a small distance from the mothership’s wreckage. In an instant, the warrior was running with frightened urgency, quickly recognizing who the prone figure was even from afar. Blue, red and silver colors that were once magnificent to look upon, were now matted with terrible burns upon the unmoving form of Zero. Terror spread throughout Jack as he reached his prone form of his grandnephew in law, dreading the worst.

“Zero?! Zero!” Jack exclaimed as he pulled Zero up off the toxic ground. “Zero, can you hear me?!”

At first, there was no reply from the son of Seven. His golden eyes remained dimmed out, his body showing no signs of movement. And his trembling great-uncle in law began to bow his head in sorrow…

Eyes suddenly flaring to life, Zero lurched up in a fit of wheezing and coughing, startling Jack. Still, the relief that swept over him was a welcome one; his grandnephew in law was still alive. But unlike his elder, there was no cause for celebration for Zero. The moment his eyes regained their former life and his breathing began to steady, the young Ultra began looking about in a frantic manner. Even staggering, the youth managed to get to his feet quite quickly.

“...Jack?” Zero asked wearily.

“It’s alright,” Jack tried to calm him down, “I’m right here. You’re okay—”

“Is it dead?” Zero asked abruptly, his voice quiet yet coarse with a fear never before displayed.

Jack balked at this, unsure of what his grandnephew in law was saying. “What are you talking about…?”

Zero was all but shaking as he began to move, walking about and looking in all directions as if searching for something vital. Jack called his name, but he didn’t reply. He simply kept scouring the wastelands of Monster Island, occasionally running from one spot to another for reasons Jack could not discern. The older Ultra ran to his frantic grandnephew, clutching him firmly by the shoulder—only for Zero to whirl at the contact.

“WE CAN’T WASTE TIME!” Zero cried. “IT HAS TO BE DESTROYED! WE CAN’T LEAVE A SINGLE TRACE BEHIND!”

“ZERO!” Jack grabbed the youth’s shoulder more firmly, temporarily stopping him in his tracks. “What happened here?”

“The Vortaak are all dead,” Zero explained quickly. “One of their plans went wrong.” He clutched his grand-uncle’s shoulder tightly enough to bruise it. “Please, HELP me! We need to make sure nothing leaves this site alive!”

Cold chills clutched Jack’s soul as he stared at Ultraseven’s son. Zero was normally headstrong, sometimes cocky, but most of all utterly fearless. Never had he seen his grandnephew this terrified before. Whatever it was that had so effectively managed to scare Zero out of his mind was not to be taken lightly; Zero may be young, but he was no fool. And Jack never doubted for a second that Zero knew a horrific threat when he saw one…

Yellow irises leered from the darkness of the hole in the ship.

Before Jack could make a response, a horrid sound echoed from places unseen. It was a sound unlike anything Jack had heard before, one he didn’t know how to properly describe…and then it happened. Quick as the blink of an eye, an abominable shape catapulted from the bowels of the crashed mothership. Zero whirled around, and even without the ability of facial expression there was no hiding his horror at the sight. The organism, foul and terrible, was across the once-grassy field in one moment. And the next, it was plunging straight into the waters that would eventually lead off the island…

From the beam lamp on his head, Zero fired forth the Emerium Slash. The jade beam struck where the organism had been mere moments ago, erupting into a massive fireball.

Still, the telltale trail in the water told him he had missed.

“DON’T LET IT GET AWAY!” Never had Jack heard his grandnephew scream so loud, and with such gut-wrenching urgency.

Zero was running towards the water in an instant, Jack springing after him. The stink of the air, the decay of the landscape, it had all become an afterthought as the two Ultras plunged into the water; Jack trailing his grandnephew closely as he began chasing the dark shape that he could only assume was the threat. Up ahead, Zero fired off his Emerium Slash once more, the light of the ray illuminating the hellish shape of the Vortaak’s apparent killer. The attack missed, and the being continued to advance at enough speed to keep ahead of the Ultra warriors. Crossing his own hands in a plus-shape, Jack aided his grand nephew and fired his own Spacium Beam at the shadow of the threat, but he too missed.

The Vortaak dead in less than a day; their armada of some of the deadliest Kaiju known to the cosmos, reduced to nothing but a graveyard of bones left to rot; and now the being responsible for their demise running loose towards the world. As if a crystal-powered tyrant Ghidorah wasn’t terrible enough, now the darkness that loomed over the planet was growing larger than ever. It seemed the end times truly were on the doorstep now.

The planet couldn’t afford another horror like this. Whatever this entity was, whatever atrocities it was capable of and had already committed, it could not be allowed to escape. Times were already more desperate than ever before; the last thing Earth needed was something like this. All the shots the two warriors were about to take could not miss.

Zero fired his Emerium Slash once more, but again the entity weaved out of the way. Another Spacium Beam followed it, but no progress. The shadow of the terror was beginning to dim, informing its pursuers of the growing distance between them…

Panic began to set into the older Ultra, and he pulled his arms into an L-shape to let loose the Cinerama Shot. Following his lead, another Emerium Slash erupted from Zero’s beam lamp with the full intent to kill the threat before it started. Alas, both attacks missed, and the shape of the entity dimmed ever gradually as it changed directions…

Keeping their arms in L-poses, both Ultras focused all their aiming prowess into their next shot.

The weight of trillions on their shoulders, screaming at their hearts not for them to miss.

Their beams let loose…


*****


Day 20: TYRANT

It is feared that King Ghidorah has become totally corrupt by accumulating all known Power Surges, making him the most powerful creature on Earth. Now, monsters from all factions are bearing down on his location with great haste. All remaining Kaiju and heroes are joining forces to bring down this new tyrant.

Some designations are unknown…

Ru-oh, Raggy....

[Dunkeeni]

After imagining a scenario in my head, I decided to start turning it into a match.

Spoiler:

Mt. Fuji
The highest mountain in Japan, the towering summit loomed over the country like a god, entrancing all those who saw it. Its peak touched the clouds as many climbers traversed its steep terrain. To the world, it was a magnificent structure of nature.

To SpaceGodzilla, it was simply a tool.

The crystal saurian silently stood with his eyes closed, resting at the foot of the mountain. Around him, towering crystalline towers surrounded him. They transferred their cosmic energy into SpaceGodzilla, imbuing him with even greater power.

The crystal structures glittered like stars, reflecting the sunlight around them. SpaceGodzilla, normally a sadistic and merciless killer, was in a rare state of tranquility. He didn't feel like destroying anything. Well, not right now, anyways. Once he was sufficiently charged, he would more than happily raze the planet to the ground. But for now, he would simply feed himself with his cosmic drones. As the intergalactic sultan continued to rest, he couldn't help but feel like something was. . off. Surely, his 'brother' should've sensed his presence by now. Oh well, the kaiju thought.

As if divine intervention had interfered, SpaceGodzilla swore that he heard a sound akin to a rushing jet. Cracking open a single eye, SpaceGodzilla saw a strange shape in the sky rapidly approaching him. As the alien conqueror took a moment to focus, he figured out the identity of the mysterious creature, its charcoal, barky skin and white-tipped dorsal spines being immediately recognizable to the alien.
Godzilla

Upon closer inspection, SpaceGodzilla realized that this wasn't Godzilla. At least, not the one that he knew. Despite sharing some similarities, there were also just as many differences compared to the Godzilla that he was familiar with. A slimmer build, its dorsal plates more closely resembled the shape of maple leaves, the fact that the saurian was flying straight at him, a shorter ta-

A cracking sound akin to glass was heard as SpaceGodzilla's eyes snapped open in shock. He was flying?

Before he could further question the sight, the smaller Godzilla smashed straight into the cosmic saurian, barreling SpaceGodzilla over as Godzilla landed gracefully behind the bewildered tyrant. For a moment, SpaceGodzilla was simply too stunned to act.
What just happened?

But his confusion quickly left him as anger took hold. SpaceGodzilla used his psychic flight to rise on his feet, shrieking in anger. They had only just met, and this Godzilla had already infuriated him. With a simple command, his crystals shot streams of blue lightning into his shoulder crystals, imbuing the tyrant with their power once more. This new Godzilla would be the first of many to fall to his power.

Godzilla glared at the strange creature that stood before him. While he was no stranger to invaders from the stars, he had never met a creature quite as strange as what stood before him. For some reason, Godzilla felt like they were. . related somehow. Whatever the case, the atomic monster prepared to defend his home once again. Punching his fists together, Godzilla let out a haunting bellow as he sprinted forward

[kaijufanforever]

After imagining a scenario in my head, I decided to start turning it into a match.

Spoiler:

Mt. Fuji
The highest mountain in Japan, the towering summit loomed over the country like a god, entrancing all those who saw it. Its peak touched the clouds as many climbers traversed its steep terrain. To the world, it was a magnificent structure of nature.

To SpaceGodzilla, it was simply a tool.

The crystal saurian silently stood with his eyes closed, resting at the foot of the mountain. Around him, towering crystalline towers surrounded him. They transferred their cosmic energy into SpaceGodzilla, imbuing him with even greater power.

The crystal structures glittered like stars, reflecting the sunlight around them. SpaceGodzilla, normally a sadistic and merciless killer, was in a rare state of tranquility. He didn't feel like destroying anything. Well, not right now, anyways. Once he was sufficiently charged, he would more than happily raze the planet to the ground. But for now, he would simply feed himself with his cosmic drones. As the intergalactic sultan continued to rest, he couldn't help but feel like something was. . off. Surely, his 'brother' should've sensed his presence by now. Oh well, the kaiju thought.

As if divine intervention had interfered, SpaceGodzilla swore that he heard a sound akin to a rushing jet. Cracking open a single eye, SpaceGodzilla saw a strange shape in the sky rapidly approaching him. As the alien conqueror took a moment to focus, he figured out the identity of the mysterious creature, its charcoal, barky skin and white-tipped dorsal spines being immediately recognizable to the alien.
Godzilla

Upon closer inspection, SpaceGodzilla realized that this wasn't Godzilla. At least, not the one that he knew. Despite sharing some similarities, there were also just as many differences compared to the Godzilla that he was familiar with. A slimmer build, its dorsal plates more closely resembled the shape of maple leaves, the fact that the saurian was flying straight at him, a shorter ta-
A cracking sound akin to glass was heard as SpaceGodzilla's eyes snapped open in shock. He was flying?
Before he could further question the sight, the smaller Godzilla smashed straight into the cosmic saurian, barreling SpaceGodzilla over as Godzilla landed gracefully behind the bewildered tyrant. For a moment, SpaceGodzilla was simply too stunned to act.
What just happened?
But his confusion quickly left him as anger took hold. SpaceGodzilla used his psychic flight to rise on his feet, shrieking in anger. They had only just met, and this Godzilla had already infuriated him. With a simple command, his crystals shot streams of blue lightning into his shoulder crystals, imbuing the tyrant with their power once more. This new Godzilla would be the first of many to fall to his power.

Godzilla glared at the strange creature that stood before him. While he was no stranger to invaders from the stars, he had never met a creature quite as strange as what stood before him. For some reason, Godzilla felt like they were. . related somehow. Whatever the case, atomic monster prepared to defend his home once again. Punching his fists together, Godzilla let out a haunting bellow as he sprinted forward

Spoiler:

I laughed loudly at SpaceGodzilla's mental Record Scratch

[GodzillavsRayquaza]

Been a while since I did anything with this thread, huh? Cause it’s been a good bit since I wrote anything. But yet again, I cook.

Spoiler:

Thick boots crushed shards of broken glass into powder as he walked in front of a ruined store. A glance inside revealed to him a homeless man downing a bottle of booze, his body caked in filth. Despite turning his eyes away, the rancid stench of someone who hadn’t showered in years and had stopped caring about their hygiene for roughly as long stung the wanderer’s nostrils.

Though clearly the worst off of anyone he could currently see, the alcoholic was far from the only person in Seattle that was living in wretched conditions. Packed streets of people begging, their lamentations rising and intermingling with distant gunshots and police sirens.

Mathias Brownstone did not want to be here. Dressed in dull, beige clothing, he did not stick out much amongst the crowds as he made his way down the sidewalk. But he had to, his contact had chosen to hole up here of all places, so that was where he had to be to get what he needed.

He saw someone walking up to him, hand at their side and an ill-intentioned look in their eye. Almost casually, he brushed his jacket to reveal the holster of his pistol, letting the article of clothing fall back over it. The stranger ceased the approach, and started to walk away, doing their best to look non-suspicious.

Mathias shook his head, the short, dark hair that had gray creeping into it rustling as he did so. He remembered fiction from his youth of the bright, glorious future, where flying cars would be all the rage and robots would do all the hard work for everyone. It had all been a load of shit, because here he was now, the year 2031, in a major metropolitan city, and he felt like he had stepped into the aftermath of a war.

As he continued walking, he decided to give some leeway to those old storytellers. They could have never predicted that in 1999, the world facing a new millennium, a giant mantis would erupt from the ground and turn Boston into a feeding frenzy for it and its brood. The fear of “Y2K” was gone faster than a deer hearing a lion’s roar, as a tangible threat had made itself known.

And kept getting worse. Invaders from the stars, more prehistoric relics, mutants that had practically stepped out of an old sci-fi pulp comic, they all paraded out from the darkness they had been hiding in and made themselves known. Humanity could fight them, at least, and had done so to mixed success. But then…

A man lying on the side of the road, his body covered in burn marks, let out a death rattle. His family, their own skin pockmarked with similar wounds, wept bitterly. They were not fresh burns, but Mathias knew full well what they truly meant.

Last year, three kaiju had begun a war for territory in California. San Francisco had been the final battleground for this struggle, the prehistoric reptiles refusing to back down as they sought to settle things once and for all. A massive regiment of troops and artillery met them, seeking to take out all three at once.

But before the battle could begin, it was swiftly ended. From the ocean emerged a god of death. Jaws filled with needles opened wide to spit forth a stream of nuclear annihilation, reducing the three dinosaurs to molten heaps of carnage. San Francisco fell in a sea of fire. But the new beast, Godzilla as he would come to be called, did not stop there. Los Angeles came next, along with large swathes of the rest of California, leaving the state uninhabitable. Godzilla returned to the waters, as suddenly as he had arrived.

Now the states surrounding California were buckling under the pressure of accommodating all the survivors. Mathias hoped that Washington had the worst of it, simply because if this was not as bad as it got, he shuddered to think what the true depths were.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the text message just to be fully certain. ”Meet me at the base of the Needle.”

He looked up, seeing the towering structure known as the Space Needle. He sighed, the full weight of the situation hitting him. “Christ alive, Jack, you pick the most obvious spot in the damn city…” he muttered.

Mathias needed medicine. Not for himself, but for another, someone who could not make an arduous journey. It was medicine nigh-impossible to obtain due to the plague it was made for having supposedly gone away over a decade ago. But this certainly was not the case.

The middle-aged man’s heart skipped a beat when sirens blared.

”Attention civilians! A kaiju has been sighted heading towards Seattle! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill!”

Mathias’ pace quickened, only for his phone to buzz. He pulled it out and looked at the message, trying to focus on it and not on the murmurings of a specific kaiju approaching. ”The deal’s still on unless it’s Godzilla, get the hell over here.”

The sirens suddenly changed, becoming louder and faster.

”Godzilla has also been sighted approaching Seattle from the ocean! He will most likely engage the other kaiju, who has been identified as Gamera, within the city! Please evacuate immediately!”

Still holding his phone, Mathias saw it light up with a new message. ”Son of a birch, shit, deal delayed, gtfo the city.” Any amusement he would have taken from the typo was not present, and he quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He overheard the announcement saying to leave in a calm and orderly fashion, but that was not what anybody was doing. Screams filled the air as waves of bodies surged to get away from Seattle. Mathias steered clear of the crowds as he made his way into a back alley, knowing that the standard paths to evacuation would swiftly be congested and only make for massacres once the danger arrived.

***

Burning, blue jets propelled his colossal form through the heavens. Gamera chose to keep his scaly arms and head out of his fortress-like shell, only moving with two jets, due to the fact that he had to be immediately ready for battle.

His green eyes focused on the city he was swiftly approaching. He saw the poor masses surging away, heard their panic and fear. The guardian’s heart ached.

Gamera had awakened from millennia of slumber to find the human race in exactly the same predicament as when he had fallen into hibernation. The greed of the powerful let loose legions of monsters which destroyed everything in their path, just as it had been for the Atlanteans. And just like then, it left so many in agony and fear, death perpetually crashing down on them.

His claws flexed. He steeled himself. Years he had been fighting for humanity, but they still saw him as an enemy. It saddened him, but he could not blame them. He had awoken in the midst of their war with the colossi, and without a way to directly tell them his motives, they were justified in paranoia. He wished a human could have taken one of his amulets and bonded with him, but the time for that was past.

The beast he knew as Dagarha had accidentally awakened him in its rampages, and the amulets that let him forge connections to humans were lost in a sea that was soon turned into an uninhabitable wasteland of crimson biohazard.

As long as humankind did not continue the course of the mistakes the Atlanteans made and create their own kaiju to fight, he would be happy to fight a solo war.

His target caught his eyes. Trepidation shot through him, but he suppressed it with the sense of duty he lay upon himself. The black monolith was the most horrific creature he had ever seen. But he would still charge forth into battle, for he was the only one who could.

***

A hulking, clawed foot crushed a building into dust. Red flesh peaked out of cracked, ebon hide as dark as a cave’s depths. The other leg moved forward, continuing the slow march towards the city.

Miniscule eyes surveyed the area ahead. Towers of steel and concrete stabbing up from the ground, between them paved roads filled with the tiny, pathetic humans trampling over each other.

Muscles stretched, sending the colossal tail soaring through the air like a whip, cracking against a building to launch the top half. The eye embedded in the mass of raw flesh at the limb’s end stared at the results. Thousands of screams fell silent as a crowd was crushed, debris and dust flying to fill the streets.

This twisted, constantly agonized form was their fault. They would know that pain. Every last one.

People leaving a nearby building were crushed beneath his foot, the impact cracking the ground hard enough to make the tower tilt. There was no sadism, no lingering, his walk continued as if nothing had occurred.

A shriek filled the air, drawing his attention. He saw another giant, rapidly approaching from the sky. The look in the turtle’s eye told him it was here for battle. Godzilla just stared. He felt no emotion at the declaration of war, the challenger would accomplish nothing more than their own demise, as it was with all before and would be with all afterwards.

He could not die. Mortality had left him long ago.

That same apathy continued as fireballs raced out from the enemy’s maw, approaching Godzilla swiftly.

[ShinGojira14]

Been a while since I did anything with this thread, huh? Cause it’s been a good bit since I wrote anything. But yet again, I cook.

Spoiler:

Thick boots crushed shards of broken glass into powder as he walked in front of a ruined store. A glance inside revealed to him a homeless man downing a bottle of booze, his body caked in filth. Despite turning his eyes away, the rancid stench of someone who hadn’t showered in years and had stopped caring about their hygiene for roughly as long stung the wanderer’s nostrils.

Though clearly the worst off of anyone he could currently see, the alcoholic was far from the only person in Seattle that was living in wretched conditions. Packed streets of people begging, their lamentations rising and intermingling with distant gunshots and police sirens.

Mathias Brownstone did not want to be here. Dressed in dull, beige clothing, he did not stick out much amongst the crowds as he made his way down the sidewalk. But he had to, his contact had chosen to hole up here of all places, so that was where he had to be to get what he needed.

He saw someone walking up to him, hand at their side and an ill-intentioned look in their eye. Almost casually, he brushed his jacket to reveal the holster of his pistol, letting the article of clothing fall back over it. The stranger ceased the approach, and started to walk away, doing their best to look non-suspicious.

Mathias shook his head, the short, dark hair that had gray creeping into it rustling as he did so. He remembered fiction from his youth of the bright, glorious future, where flying cars would be all the rage and robots would do all the hard work for everyone. It had all been a load of shit, because here he was now, the year 2031, in a major metropolitan city, and he felt like he had stepped into the aftermath of a war.

As he continued walking, he decided to give some leeway to those old storytellers. They could have never predicted that in 1999, the world facing a new millennium, a giant mantis would erupt from the ground and turn Boston into a feeding frenzy for it and its brood. The fear of “Y2K” was gone faster than a deer hearing a lion’s roar, as a tangible threat had made itself known.

And kept getting worse. Invaders from the stars, more prehistoric relics, mutants that had practically stepped out of an old sci-fi pulp comic, they all paraded out from the darkness they had been hiding in and made themselves known. Humanity could fight them, at least, and had done so to mixed success. But then…

A man lying on the side of the road, his body covered in burn marks, let out a death rattle. His family, their own skin pockmarked with similar wounds, wept bitterly. They were not fresh burns, but Mathias knew full well what they truly meant.

Last year, three kaiju had begun a war for territory in California. San Francisco had been the final battleground for this struggle, the prehistoric reptiles refusing to back down as they sought to settle things once and for all. A massive regiment of troops and artillery met them, seeking to take out all three at once.

But before the battle could begin, it was swiftly ended. From the ocean emerged a god of death. Jaws filled with needles opened wide to spit forth a stream of nuclear annihilation, reducing the three dinosaurs to molten heaps of carnage. San Francisco fell in a sea of fire. But the new beast, Godzilla as he would come to be called, did not stop there. Los Angeles came next, along with large swathes of the rest of California, leaving the state uninhabitable. Godzilla returned to the waters, as suddenly as he had arrived.

Now the states surrounding California were buckling under the pressure of accommodating all the survivors. Mathias hoped that Washington had the worst of it, simply because if this was not as bad as it got, he shuddered to think what the true depths were.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the text message just to be fully certain. ”Meet me at the base of the Needle.”

He looked up, seeing the towering structure known as the Space Needle. He sighed, the full weight of the situation hitting him. “Christ alive, Jack, you pick the most obvious spot in the damn city…” he muttered.

Mathias needed medicine. Not for himself, but for another, someone who could not make an arduous journey. It was medicine nigh-impossible to obtain due to the plague it was made for having supposedly gone away over a decade ago. But this certainly was not the case.

The middle-aged man’s heart skipped a beat when sirens blared.

”Attention civilians! A kaiju has been sighted heading towards Seattle! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill!”

Mathias’ pace quickened, only for his phone to buzz. He pulled it out and looked at the message, trying to focus on it and not on the murmurings of a specific kaiju approaching. ”The deal’s still on unless it’s Godzilla, get the hell over here.”

The sirens suddenly changed, becoming louder and faster.

”Godzilla has also been sighted approaching Seattle from the ocean! He will most likely engage the other kaiju, who has been identified as Gamera, within the city! Please evacuate immediately!”

Still holding his phone, Mathias saw it light up with a new message. ”Son of a birch, shit, deal delayed, gtfo the city.” Any amusement he would have taken from the typo was not present, and he quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He overheard the announcement saying to leave in a calm and orderly fashion, but that was not what anybody was doing. Screams filled the air as waves of bodies surged to get away from Seattle. Mathias steered clear of the crowds as he made his way into a back alley, knowing that the standard paths to evacuation would swiftly be congested and only make for massacres once the danger arrived.

***

Burning, blue jets propelled his colossal form through the heavens. Gamera chose to keep his scaly arms and head out of his fortress-like shell, only moving with two jets, due to the fact that he had to be immediately ready for battle.

His green eyes focused on the city he was swiftly approaching. He saw the poor masses surging away, heard their panic and fear. The guardian’s heart ached.

Gamera had awakened from millennia of slumber to find the human race in exactly the same predicament as when he had fallen into hibernation. The greed of the powerful let loose legions of monsters which destroyed everything in their path, just as it had been for the Atlanteans. And just like then, it left so many in agony and fear, death perpetually crashing down on them.

His claws flexed. He steeled himself. Years he had been fighting for humanity, but they still saw him as an enemy. It saddened him, but he could not blame them. He had awoken in the midst of their war with the colossi, and without a way to directly tell them his motives, they were justified in paranoia. He wished a human could have taken one of his amulets and bonded with him, but the time for that was past.

The beast he knew as Dagarha had accidentally awakened him in its rampages, and the amulets that let him forge connections to humans were lost in a sea that was soon turned into an uninhabitable wasteland of crimson biohazard.

As long as humankind did not continue the course of the mistakes the Atlanteans made and create their own kaiju to fight, he would be happy to fight a solo war.

His target caught his eyes. Trepidation shot through him, but he suppressed it with the sense of duty he lay upon himself. The black monolith was the most horrific creature he had ever seen. But he would still charge forth into battle, for he was the only one who could.

***

A hulking, clawed foot crushed a building into dust. Red flesh peaked out of cracked, ebon hide as dark as a cave’s depths. The other leg moved forward, continuing the slow march towards the city.

Miniscule eyes surveyed the area ahead. Towers of steel and concrete stabbing up from the ground, between them paved roads filled with the tiny, pathetic humans trampling over each other.

Muscles stretched, sending the colossal tail soaring through the air like a whip, cracking against a building to launch the top half. The eye embedded in the mass of raw flesh at the limb’s end stared at the results. Thousands of screams fell silent as a crowd was crushed, debris and dust flying to fill the streets.

This twisted, constantly agonized form was their fault. They would know that pain. Every last one.

People leaving a nearby building were crushed beneath his foot, the impact cracking the ground hard enough to make the tower tilt. There was no sadism, no lingering, his walk continued as if nothing had occurred.

A shriek filled the air, drawing his attention. He saw another giant, rapidly approaching from the sky. The look in the turtle’s eye told him it was here for battle. Godzilla just stared. He felt no emotion at the declaration of war, the challenger would accomplish nothing more than their own demise, as it was with all before and would be with all afterwards.

He could not die. Mortality had left him long ago.

That same apathy continued as fireballs raced out from the enemy’s maw, approaching Godzilla swiftly.

Am I repeating myself too much when I say your writing is always on point, and that I know I'm gonna love this shit?

Nope. Because your writing is on point, and I just know I'm gonna LOVE this shit!

[Gigantis]

Been a while since I did anything with this thread, huh? Cause it’s been a good bit since I wrote anything. But yet again, I cook.

Spoiler:

Thick boots crushed shards of broken glass into powder as he walked in front of a ruined store. A glance inside revealed to him a homeless man downing a bottle of booze, his body caked in filth. Despite turning his eyes away, the rancid stench of someone who hadn’t showered in years and had stopped caring about their hygiene for roughly as long stung the wanderer’s nostrils.

Though clearly the worst off of anyone he could currently see, the alcoholic was far from the only person in Seattle that was living in wretched conditions. Packed streets of people begging, their lamentations rising and intermingling with distant gunshots and police sirens.

Mathias Brownstone did not want to be here. Dressed in dull, beige clothing, he did not stick out much amongst the crowds as he made his way down the sidewalk. But he had to, his contact had chosen to hole up here of all places, so that was where he had to be to get what he needed.

He saw someone walking up to him, hand at their side and an ill-intentioned look in their eye. Almost casually, he brushed his jacket to reveal the holster of his pistol, letting the article of clothing fall back over it. The stranger ceased the approach, and started to walk away, doing their best to look non-suspicious.

Mathias shook his head, the short, dark hair that had gray creeping into it rustling as he did so. He remembered fiction from his youth of the bright, glorious future, where flying cars would be all the rage and robots would do all the hard work for everyone. It had all been a load of shit, because here he was now, the year 2031, in a major metropolitan city, and he felt like he had stepped into the aftermath of a war.

As he continued walking, he decided to give some leeway to those old storytellers. They could have never predicted that in 1999, the world facing a new millennium, a giant mantis would erupt from the ground and turn Boston into a feeding frenzy for it and its brood. The fear of “Y2K” was gone faster than a deer hearing a lion’s roar, as a tangible threat had made itself known.

And kept getting worse. Invaders from the stars, more prehistoric relics, mutants that had practically stepped out of an old sci-fi pulp comic, they all paraded out from the darkness they had been hiding in and made themselves known. Humanity could fight them, at least, and had done so to mixed success. But then…

A man lying on the side of the road, his body covered in burn marks, let out a death rattle. His family, their own skin pockmarked with similar wounds, wept bitterly. They were not fresh burns, but Mathias knew full well what they truly meant.

Last year, three kaiju had begun a war for territory in California. San Francisco had been the final battleground for this struggle, the prehistoric reptiles refusing to back down as they sought to settle things once and for all. A massive regiment of troops and artillery met them, seeking to take out all three at once.

But before the battle could begin, it was swiftly ended. From the ocean emerged a god of death. Jaws filled with needles opened wide to spit forth a stream of nuclear annihilation, reducing the three dinosaurs to molten heaps of carnage. San Francisco fell in a sea of fire. But the new beast, Godzilla as he would come to be called, did not stop there. Los Angeles came next, along with large swathes of the rest of California, leaving the state uninhabitable. Godzilla returned to the waters, as suddenly as he had arrived.

Now the states surrounding California were buckling under the pressure of accommodating all the survivors. Mathias hoped that Washington had the worst of it, simply because if this was not as bad as it got, he shuddered to think what the true depths were.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the text message just to be fully certain. ”Meet me at the base of the Needle.”

He looked up, seeing the towering structure known as the Space Needle. He sighed, the full weight of the situation hitting him. “Christ alive, Jack, you pick the most obvious spot in the damn city…” he muttered.

Mathias needed medicine. Not for himself, but for another, someone who could not make an arduous journey. It was medicine nigh-impossible to obtain due to the plague it was made for having supposedly gone away over a decade ago. But this certainly was not the case.

The middle-aged man’s heart skipped a beat when sirens blared.

”Attention civilians! A kaiju has been sighted heading towards Seattle! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill!”

Mathias’ pace quickened, only for his phone to buzz. He pulled it out and looked at the message, trying to focus on it and not on the murmurings of a specific kaiju approaching. ”The deal’s still on unless it’s Godzilla, get the hell over here.”

The sirens suddenly changed, becoming louder and faster.

”Godzilla has also been sighted approaching Seattle from the ocean! He will most likely engage the other kaiju, who has been identified as Gamera, within the city! Please evacuate immediately!”

Still holding his phone, Mathias saw it light up with a new message. ”Son of a birch, shit, deal delayed, gtfo the city.” Any amusement he would have taken from the typo was not present, and he quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He overheard the announcement saying to leave in a calm and orderly fashion, but that was not what anybody was doing. Screams filled the air as waves of bodies surged to get away from Seattle. Mathias steered clear of the crowds as he made his way into a back alley, knowing that the standard paths to evacuation would swiftly be congested and only make for massacres once the danger arrived.

***

Burning, blue jets propelled his colossal form through the heavens. Gamera chose to keep his scaly arms and head out of his fortress-like shell, only moving with two jets, due to the fact that he had to be immediately ready for battle.

His green eyes focused on the city he was swiftly approaching. He saw the poor masses surging away, heard their panic and fear. The guardian’s heart ached.

Gamera had awakened from millennia of slumber to find the human race in exactly the same predicament as when he had fallen into hibernation. The greed of the powerful let loose legions of monsters which destroyed everything in their path, just as it had been for the Atlanteans. And just like then, it left so many in agony and fear, death perpetually crashing down on them.

His claws flexed. He steeled himself. Years he had been fighting for humanity, but they still saw him as an enemy. It saddened him, but he could not blame them. He had awoken in the midst of their war with the colossi, and without a way to directly tell them his motives, they were justified in paranoia. He wished a human could have taken one of his amulets and bonded with him, but the time for that was past.

The beast he knew as Dagarha had accidentally awakened him in its rampages, and the amulets that let him forge connections to humans were lost in a sea that was soon turned into an uninhabitable wasteland of crimson biohazard.

As long as humankind did not continue the course of the mistakes the Atlanteans made and create their own kaiju to fight, he would be happy to fight a solo war.

His target caught his eyes. Trepidation shot through him, but he suppressed it with the sense of duty he lay upon himself. The black monolith was the most horrific creature he had ever seen. But he would still charge forth into battle, for he was the only one who could.

***

A hulking, clawed foot crushed a building into dust. Red flesh peaked out of cracked, ebon hide as dark as a cave’s depths. The other leg moved forward, continuing the slow march towards the city.

Miniscule eyes surveyed the area ahead. Towers of steel and concrete stabbing up from the ground, between them paved roads filled with the tiny, pathetic humans trampling over each other.

Muscles stretched, sending the colossal tail soaring through the air like a whip, cracking against a building to launch the top half. The eye embedded in the mass of raw flesh at the limb’s end stared at the results. Thousands of screams fell silent as a crowd was crushed, debris and dust flying to fill the streets.

This twisted, constantly agonized form was their fault. They would know that pain. Every last one.

People leaving a nearby building were crushed beneath his foot, the impact cracking the ground hard enough to make the tower tilt. There was no sadism, no lingering, his walk continued as if nothing had occurred.

A shriek filled the air, drawing his attention. He saw another giant, rapidly approaching from the sky. The look in the turtle’s eye told him it was here for battle. Godzilla just stared. He felt no emotion at the declaration of war, the challenger would accomplish nothing more than their own demise, as it was with all before and would be with all afterwards.

He could not die. Mortality had left him long ago.

That same apathy continued as fireballs raced out from the enemy’s maw, approaching Godzilla swiftly.

I dunno what you're cooking but I'mma need the full meal soon as possible.

[ShinGojira14]

Been a while since I did anything with this thread, huh? Cause it’s been a good bit since I wrote anything. But yet again, I cook.

Spoiler:

Thick boots crushed shards of broken glass into powder as he walked in front of a ruined store. A glance inside revealed to him a homeless man downing a bottle of booze, his body caked in filth. Despite turning his eyes away, the rancid stench of someone who hadn’t showered in years and had stopped caring about their hygiene for roughly as long stung the wanderer’s nostrils.

Though clearly the worst off of anyone he could currently see, the alcoholic was far from the only person in Seattle that was living in wretched conditions. Packed streets of people begging, their lamentations rising and intermingling with distant gunshots and police sirens.

Mathias Brownstone did not want to be here. Dressed in dull, beige clothing, he did not stick out much amongst the crowds as he made his way down the sidewalk. But he had to, his contact had chosen to hole up here of all places, so that was where he had to be to get what he needed.

He saw someone walking up to him, hand at their side and an ill-intentioned look in their eye. Almost casually, he brushed his jacket to reveal the holster of his pistol, letting the article of clothing fall back over it. The stranger ceased the approach, and started to walk away, doing their best to look non-suspicious.

Mathias shook his head, the short, dark hair that had gray creeping into it rustling as he did so. He remembered fiction from his youth of the bright, glorious future, where flying cars would be all the rage and robots would do all the hard work for everyone. It had all been a load of shit, because here he was now, the year 2031, in a major metropolitan city, and he felt like he had stepped into the aftermath of a war.

As he continued walking, he decided to give some leeway to those old storytellers. They could have never predicted that in 1999, the world facing a new millennium, a giant mantis would erupt from the ground and turn Boston into a feeding frenzy for it and its brood. The fear of “Y2K” was gone faster than a deer hearing a lion’s roar, as a tangible threat had made itself known.

And kept getting worse. Invaders from the stars, more prehistoric relics, mutants that had practically stepped out of an old sci-fi pulp comic, they all paraded out from the darkness they had been hiding in and made themselves known. Humanity could fight them, at least, and had done so to mixed success. But then…

A man lying on the side of the road, his body covered in burn marks, let out a death rattle. His family, their own skin pockmarked with similar wounds, wept bitterly. They were not fresh burns, but Mathias knew full well what they truly meant.

Last year, three kaiju had begun a war for territory in California. San Francisco had been the final battleground for this struggle, the prehistoric reptiles refusing to back down as they sought to settle things once and for all. A massive regiment of troops and artillery met them, seeking to take out all three at once.

But before the battle could begin, it was swiftly ended. From the ocean emerged a god of death. Jaws filled with needles opened wide to spit forth a stream of nuclear annihilation, reducing the three dinosaurs to molten heaps of carnage. San Francisco fell in a sea of fire. But the new beast, Godzilla as he would come to be called, did not stop there. Los Angeles came next, along with large swathes of the rest of California, leaving the state uninhabitable. Godzilla returned to the waters, as suddenly as he had arrived.

Now the states surrounding California were buckling under the pressure of accommodating all the survivors. Mathias hoped that Washington had the worst of it, simply because if this was not as bad as it got, he shuddered to think what the true depths were.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the text message just to be fully certain. ”Meet me at the base of the Needle.”

He looked up, seeing the towering structure known as the Space Needle. He sighed, the full weight of the situation hitting him. “Christ alive, Jack, you pick the most obvious spot in the damn city…” he muttered.

Mathias needed medicine. Not for himself, but for another, someone who could not make an arduous journey. It was medicine nigh-impossible to obtain due to the plague it was made for having supposedly gone away over a decade ago. But this certainly was not the case.

The middle-aged man’s heart skipped a beat when sirens blared.

”Attention civilians! A kaiju has been sighted heading towards Seattle! This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill!”

Mathias’ pace quickened, only for his phone to buzz. He pulled it out and looked at the message, trying to focus on it and not on the murmurings of a specific kaiju approaching. ”The deal’s still on unless it’s Godzilla, get the hell over here.”

The sirens suddenly changed, becoming louder and faster.

”Godzilla has also been sighted approaching Seattle from the ocean! He will most likely engage the other kaiju, who has been identified as Gamera, within the city! Please evacuate immediately!”

Still holding his phone, Mathias saw it light up with a new message. ”Son of a birch, shit, deal delayed, gtfo the city.” Any amusement he would have taken from the typo was not present, and he quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He overheard the announcement saying to leave in a calm and orderly fashion, but that was not what anybody was doing. Screams filled the air as waves of bodies surged to get away from Seattle. Mathias steered clear of the crowds as he made his way into a back alley, knowing that the standard paths to evacuation would swiftly be congested and only make for massacres once the danger arrived.

***

Burning, blue jets propelled his colossal form through the heavens. Gamera chose to keep his scaly arms and head out of his fortress-like shell, only moving with two jets, due to the fact that he had to be immediately ready for battle.

His green eyes focused on the city he was swiftly approaching. He saw the poor masses surging away, heard their panic and fear. The guardian’s heart ached.

Gamera had awakened from millennia of slumber to find the human race in exactly the same predicament as when he had fallen into hibernation. The greed of the powerful let loose legions of monsters which destroyed everything in their path, just as it had been for the Atlanteans. And just like then, it left so many in agony and fear, death perpetually crashing down on them.

His claws flexed. He steeled himself. Years he had been fighting for humanity, but they still saw him as an enemy. It saddened him, but he could not blame them. He had awoken in the midst of their war with the colossi, and without a way to directly tell them his motives, they were justified in paranoia. He wished a human could have taken one of his amulets and bonded with him, but the time for that was past.

The beast he knew as Dagarha had accidentally awakened him in its rampages, and the amulets that let him forge connections to humans were lost in a sea that was soon turned into an uninhabitable wasteland of crimson biohazard.

As long as humankind did not continue the course of the mistakes the Atlanteans made and create their own kaiju to fight, he would be happy to fight a solo war.

His target caught his eyes. Trepidation shot through him, but he suppressed it with the sense of duty he lay upon himself. The black monolith was the most horrific creature he had ever seen. But he would still charge forth into battle, for he was the only one who could.

***

A hulking, clawed foot crushed a building into dust. Red flesh peaked out of cracked, ebon hide as dark as a cave’s depths. The other leg moved forward, continuing the slow march towards the city.

Miniscule eyes surveyed the area ahead. Towers of steel and concrete stabbing up from the ground, between them paved roads filled with the tiny, pathetic humans trampling over each other.

Muscles stretched, sending the colossal tail soaring through the air like a whip, cracking against a building to launch the top half. The eye embedded in the mass of raw flesh at the limb’s end stared at the results. Thousands of screams fell silent as a crowd was crushed, debris and dust flying to fill the streets.

This twisted, constantly agonized form was their fault. They would know that pain. Every last one.

People leaving a nearby building were crushed beneath his foot, the impact cracking the ground hard enough to make the tower tilt. There was no sadism, no lingering, his walk continued as if nothing had occurred.

A shriek filled the air, drawing his attention. He saw another giant, rapidly approaching from the sky. The look in the turtle’s eye told him it was here for battle. Godzilla just stared. He felt no emotion at the declaration of war, the challenger would accomplish nothing more than their own demise, as it was with all before and would be with all afterwards.

He could not die. Mortality had left him long ago.

That same apathy continued as fireballs raced out from the enemy’s maw, approaching Godzilla swiftly.

I dunno what you're cooking but I'mma need the full meal soon as possible.

Patience, Gigantis, patience. The best matches weren't cooked up in one day.