KWC TRAILERS!

Post by **GodzillavsRayquaza** » Sun Jun 02, 2024 10:37 pm

Something a little different, usually these are the start of a match, felt like posting a trailer for later on in a match. Justified because this is a big’un, and it’s a flashback so context of the rest of the match isn’t needed. This is one I actually posted a trailer for forever ago. It is still not done, but it grows ever closer to completion. Also just want to say real quick, good work to everyone who has posted trailers here recently, looking forward to all of your ideas.

Spoiler:

MoarCrossovers · Post by **MoarCrossovers** » Mon Jun 03, 2024 8:57 am

Coming soon...ish. Maybe.

Spoiler:

VegetableBooy · Post by **VegetableBooy** » Mon Jun 03, 2024 12:16 pm

MoarCrossovers wrote: ↑Mon Jun 03, 2024 8:57 am Coming soon...ish. Maybe.

Spoiler:
Compared to the sea, the chaos on the beach was moderate, though still unorganised and dangerous for those without the ability to quickly remove themselves from the area. Resort staff and life guards were immediately on hand to escort the people off of the sands to put as much distance between them and the oncoming surge as possible. Many did not resist and obeyed their instructions, fleeing for the shelter of the main resort complex or the surrounding jungle. Others chose to stay and offer their services to the nervous staff, aware that they alone in such small numbers would not be able to control the flux in stampeding tourists. If order was not obtained fast enough, the consequences would be catastrophic.

The tidal wave hit the shore like a stampede of elephants, flattening everything and everyone that stood in the way of their panic-induced charge. Umbrellas, beach chairs and sand castles not already crushed by the exodus of beachgoers were flattened under hundreds of surging, scrambling bodies, each giving the minimum amount of regard to one another as they did to the ground beneath them. Like in the ocean, the weakest were suffocated under the weight of others, with the results far more gruesome with the inclusion of a solid surface for their bodies to be pressed into.

The shoreline had not yet been fully cleared by the time that the crowd made landfall, populated by slow or injured strangers, still being aided to safety by allies and strangers alike. A few of the tourists had been buried under the sand as a prank, but now the same would-be pranksters were rushing to dig up their trapped colleagues. The front line of guards made their stand against the out of control horde, first trying to call for order, but their voices were instantly lost over the din of terrified screams. Staff and volunteers alike had to resort to force to hold back the masses, using their own bodies and all of their strength to push back the tide in any measure possible. Even if they could not hold them back completely, their resistance would ideally divert the flow of its momentum, driving them to go around and thereby spare the strangling evacuees from getting trampled.

It didn’t take very long for the waters to empty and the beach to become packed once again, but the squids’ hunt continued nonetheless, pursuing their prey almost blindly into the restricting shallows. The voracious beasts licked at the rear of the crowd, picking off the ones who lagged behind and the limp forms of those beaten into unconsciousness or to death, displaying no discrimination about the condition of their acquired prizes. As the last of the mob crawled clear of the lapping waves, the panic finally started to subside, and the people greedily drank in this moment of relief.

The ocean, too, instantly calmed now it was clean of further victims for the subaquatic terrors, allowing the survivors to further drop their guard and relax, catching their breath while the wounded were attended to. At last, as horrible as it had been, the experience was over, ensuring that as a holiday never to be forgotten.

And the squids were keen to enforce this.

Without warning, several tendrils burst out from the surf, snagging around the heel of an unexpecting man resting by the shore. Before they even had a chance to scream, the limbs yanked their new captive back with such force that it carried them into the air, falling into the swarm of remaining tentacles. Others of the cephalopod’s kind were quick to copy its tactics and partake in the banquet, refusing to allow something as simple as leaving the water to deny them their prey. The gathered were swift to get up, consumed by terror once more as they fled from the water’s edge, though not before many unfortunate souls had been ensnared and dragged away to their unclear fate.

Even with the humans now moving further inland, the predators still refused to give up the hunt, their driving hunger seemingly insatiable. Pushed on by determination, the cephalopods breached the surface, abandoning the need for subterfuge with nowhere left to hide themselves, and then, to the absolute shock of all witnesses, the creatures hauled themselves out of the ocean and onto land and started to crawl across the sands after the fleeing population. They were not swift, only able to slither at a pace just over normal walking speed, but their sluggish nature was substituted by the range of their limbs, meaning all the abnormally-sized molluscs needed to do was reach out, grab and pull any unsuspecting victims into their bundle of tentacles, each squid snatching up two or three holidayers before sliding back towards the ocean. The packed beach was quickly emptying of bodies once again.

One woman in particular struggled to keep ahead of the hunters, desperately searching for the correct path to safety amidst the zigzagging crowd. Patches of fresh blood mixed with sand stained the locks of blonde hair across her left side, though none of it belonged to the exhausted woman. She limped along with her right foot dragging slightly, its swollen and bruised ankle betraying the potential sprain earned in the chaos predating the exodus from the water.

“It’s okay, baby. Momma’s gonna keep you safe,” she whispered to the tiny figure wrapped between her arms and bosom. “Just keep your head down a little longer.”

The frightened girl did not resist, unwilling to disregard her mother’s warning for a second time. Looking back over her shoulder, Samantha’s mother locked eyes with the peculiar orbs of a hunting squid clambering across the wangled remains of several tanning heads. Its gaze intensified with interest, picking out the wounded woman and her daughter as its latest target with a growl of excitement.

Martha gasped and turned back as the creature charged, clambering its way towards the pair at a far greater pace than her slow hobbling. Hot tears ran across her face, each step forcing jolts of agony up her leg as she was forced to put more pressure onto the injured foot to try and keep ahead of the pursuing beast, hoping that it might lose track of her if she rejoined the fleeing mob.

One misplaced step was all it took for the woman’s foot to slip out from under her and send the pair toppling onto the sand. As they fell, Martha purposefully twisted herself so that her right side would take the brunt of the fall, sparing any damage to her daughter at the cost of a loud crack of bone. She screamed as the sensation of sheer agony shot through her collar and arm, the limb losing all strength and falling limp to the side. The exposed child cried out loudly as her mother’s pained whimpers flooded her ears, which further excited the trailing predator as it closed the distance, the limbs not supporting its weight twitching with anticipation.

Martha fought through the veil of pain and attempted to stand, only to fall back against the ground, further inciting Samantha’s cries of distress. She couldn’t stand up and hold onto her daughter with only one functioning arm, meaning there were only two choices available to the injured woman. The thought of abandoning her child as bait crossed her mind… and was instantly rejected.

Hugging her crying baby close, she closed her eyes and waited as the colossal squid loomed overhead, feeling the warm droplets of tar and drool splatter against her bare skin as its depraved tentacles reached out for them.

”SKREEEE!”

An intense scream of agony flooded her ears, and she felt something warm and wet splash against her midriff. She opened her eyes and found that the pair of them were unscathed, and the squid was no longer standing over them. Instead, the creature now hung back from the pair, with several of its tentacles wrapped around its body seemingly as a protective measure. Blue liquid leaked from the ragged hole that was once its right eye socket, the remains of which she realised was what now dripped down her stomach and hips.

A hand suddenly found her left bicep, and before she could make a word of protest, Martha realised she was being pulled to her feet by someone else. A quick glance revealed her saviour as an older man of Japanese heritage, hooking his left hand underneath her armpit as support, while in his right, he pointed the bloodied tip of a striped umbrella pole threateningly at the beast opposite.

“Can you run?” the stranger asked, never turning his gaze away from the recovering squid.

“Wh-” stuttered Mathra, too shaken by the encounter to quickly process the question. “N-no. My ankle…”

“We’ll take it from here.”

A man and a woman in resort uniform appeared on both sides and took over. Martha was still too dazed to resist as the woman took the trembling form of Samantha from his grasp to allow her companion to lift her uninjured arm over his own shoulders.

The squid had taken note of their action and began to uncoil, cautiously moving back towards them. The old man raised his weapon with both hands, holding it outwards like a spear to ward off the attacker. “Get them out of here,” he ordered firmly.

The resort workers refused to argue and turned towards the main hotel, with Martha limping along with the support of her assistant, though not before casting one last look at the man who had rescued them, struggling to find the words to thank him for his bravery. As her mind started to clear, she found herself thinking that the stranger seemed vaguely familiar.

Kotaro allowed a quick glance towards the retreating quartet, making sure that their path to the main complex was clear, before his gaze returned to the monstrosity that leered before him. He wasn't exactly sure of the full story behind these creatures; whether these were some kind of undiscovered deepwater species or a form of mutation derived from human interference. Their origins hardly mattered in this situation - the only relevant facts were that these things had been disturbed from their normal environment and were not afraid to add human beings to their list of deity requirements. Even if Kotaro was normally against the harm of Earth’s other denizens, this was a scenario where a peaceful solution was not available with the area’s limited resources, and the invaders had to be stopped immediately.

The wounded squid crept ever closer, perhaps hesitant to make the first move in its half-blind condition and remembering the sting of his weapon. Holding his ground, Kotaro kept the beast at bay with lunging thrusts, making sure to hold its attention in case it decided to go for another target. In the corner of his eye, a tentacle flicked towards him, and he swung around to intercept, stabbing the tip of his crude spear towards the main body of the limb. In the midst of his strike, the tentacle pulled itself backwards at the last moment, causing the elderly man to stumble from the unexpected lack of resistance and the spear stabbed into thin air. Before he could recover, another tentacle claimed its own hold on the weapon and ripped it from his clutches, knocking Kotaro onto his ass with a pained grunt.

He tried to stand up quickly, hissing from the discomfort of the growing bruises across his rear. Before he could, his surprised gaze was met by that of the gigantic cephalopod’s, hovering over the downed man with his former weapon wrapped in the grasp of two of its thick tentacles, which it proceeded to use to snap the metal pole in half as if it were but a matchstick.

Kotaro scrambled backwards, patting down the ground as he moved in search of some type of tool or weapon that could be used to defend himself as the deformed squid advanced upon him. Fear gripped his soul as the creature’s sole eye stared down with a bestial blankness, devoid of any visible emotion, its consciousness driven by the most primeval of instincts. Was this about to be it? The final end to his years of torment and depression? At least if he died at the hands of this thing, he would have the dignity of dying a hero’s death, remembered by the lives saved by his sacrifice.

Perhaps, in another life, he might have accepted that as his fate, but he saw such a possibility as nothing but the coward’s way out. There was still determination left in his system and this squid would be foolish in believing he would dishonour the good memory of those he had lost by surrendering so quickly against impossible odds. A life without certainty of success, with potential for happiness to be found, was the greater choice over a lack of a future at all.

A lifetime of physical training had hardened his body, so even in his advanced age, Kotaro would be more than able to throw hands with this monstrous brute if he was so determined. In fact, the idea wasn’t such a bad one after all. Why not show the terrors from the deep the strength and determination of a man fighting to find his own future.

A shot of crimson fired from past Kotaro’s shoulder, catching the giant cephalopod while it was distracted by the man’s defiance. Incredulously, he watched as the energy blast tore into the centre of its cranium, burning through flesh and chitin alike as if the creature’s hide was made of candle wax, and scorched clean through to the other side of its skullless head. The squid convulsed and fell, squirming its tentacles without purpose as it comprehended the immense agony, but death had already begun to claim it. With a final dying rattle, the body turned limp, its eye staring blank and glassy into the void.

Kotaro stared as he caught his breath, taking in the events which had just transpired. There shouldn’t be any weapons capable of this at a holiday hotel, much less a developing country like Jamaica, which meant it had to belong to someone either from the EDF or…

His heart leapt at the idea of meeting another one like him. He picked himself up and spun around, expecting to see the sight of another of his monster-exterminating brethren. A member from the SSSP or TAC, perhaps?

His face fell back into a blank expression of fear at the sight he met.

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kaijufanforever · Post by **kaijufanforever** » Tue Jun 04, 2024 12:13 am

VegetableBooy wrote: ↑Mon Jun 03, 2024 12:16 pm
MoarCrossovers wrote: ↑Mon Jun 03, 2024 8:57 am Coming soon...ish. Maybe.

Spoiler:
Compared to the sea, the chaos on the beach was moderate, though still unorganised and dangerous for those without the ability to quickly remove themselves from the area. Resort staff and life guards were immediately on hand to escort the people off of the sands to put as much distance between them and the oncoming surge as possible. Many did not resist and obeyed their instructions, fleeing for the shelter of the main resort complex or the surrounding jungle. Others chose to stay and offer their services to the nervous staff, aware that they alone in such small numbers would not be able to control the flux in stampeding tourists. If order was not obtained fast enough, the consequences would be catastrophic.

The tidal wave hit the shore like a stampede of elephants, flattening everything and everyone that stood in the way of their panic-induced charge. Umbrellas, beach chairs and sand castles not already crushed by the exodus of beachgoers were flattened under hundreds of surging, scrambling bodies, each giving the minimum amount of regard to one another as they did to the ground beneath them. Like in the ocean, the weakest were suffocated under the weight of others, with the results far more gruesome with the inclusion of a solid surface for their bodies to be pressed into.

The shoreline had not yet been fully cleared by the time that the crowd made landfall, populated by slow or injured strangers, still being aided to safety by allies and strangers alike. A few of the tourists had been buried under the sand as a prank, but now the same would-be pranksters were rushing to dig up their trapped colleagues. The front line of guards made their stand against the out of control horde, first trying to call for order, but their voices were instantly lost over the din of terrified screams. Staff and volunteers alike had to resort to force to hold back the masses, using their own bodies and all of their strength to push back the tide in any measure possible. Even if they could not hold them back completely, their resistance would ideally divert the flow of its momentum, driving them to go around and thereby spare the strangling evacuees from getting trampled.

It didn’t take very long for the waters to empty and the beach to become packed once again, but the squids’ hunt continued nonetheless, pursuing their prey almost blindly into the restricting shallows. The voracious beasts licked at the rear of the crowd, picking off the ones who lagged behind and the limp forms of those beaten into unconsciousness or to death, displaying no discrimination about the condition of their acquired prizes. As the last of the mob crawled clear of the lapping waves, the panic finally started to subside, and the people greedily drank in this moment of relief.

The ocean, too, instantly calmed now it was clean of further victims for the subaquatic terrors, allowing the survivors to further drop their guard and relax, catching their breath while the wounded were attended to. At last, as horrible as it had been, the experience was over, ensuring that as a holiday never to be forgotten.

And the squids were keen to enforce this.

Without warning, several tendrils burst out from the surf, snagging around the heel of an unexpecting man resting by the shore. Before they even had a chance to scream, the limbs yanked their new captive back with such force that it carried them into the air, falling into the swarm of remaining tentacles. Others of the cephalopod’s kind were quick to copy its tactics and partake in the banquet, refusing to allow something as simple as leaving the water to deny them their prey. The gathered were swift to get up, consumed by terror once more as they fled from the water’s edge, though not before many unfortunate souls had been ensnared and dragged away to their unclear fate.

Even with the humans now moving further inland, the predators still refused to give up the hunt, their driving hunger seemingly insatiable. Pushed on by determination, the cephalopods breached the surface, abandoning the need for subterfuge with nowhere left to hide themselves, and then, to the absolute shock of all witnesses, the creatures hauled themselves out of the ocean and onto land and started to crawl across the sands after the fleeing population. They were not swift, only able to slither at a pace just over normal walking speed, but their sluggish nature was substituted by the range of their limbs, meaning all the abnormally-sized molluscs needed to do was reach out, grab and pull any unsuspecting victims into their bundle of tentacles, each squid snatching up two or three holidayers before sliding back towards the ocean. The packed beach was quickly emptying of bodies once again.

One woman in particular struggled to keep ahead of the hunters, desperately searching for the correct path to safety amidst the zigzagging crowd. Patches of fresh blood mixed with sand stained the locks of blonde hair across her left side, though none of it belonged to the exhausted woman. She limped along with her right foot dragging slightly, its swollen and bruised ankle betraying the potential sprain earned in the chaos predating the exodus from the water.

“It’s okay, baby. Momma’s gonna keep you safe,” she whispered to the tiny figure wrapped between her arms and bosom. “Just keep your head down a little longer.”

The frightened girl did not resist, unwilling to disregard her mother’s warning for a second time. Looking back over her shoulder, Samantha’s mother locked eyes with the peculiar orbs of a hunting squid clambering across the wangled remains of several tanning heads. Its gaze intensified with interest, picking out the wounded woman and her daughter as its latest target with a growl of excitement.

Martha gasped and turned back as the creature charged, clambering its way towards the pair at a far greater pace than her slow hobbling. Hot tears ran across her face, each step forcing jolts of agony up her leg as she was forced to put more pressure onto the injured foot to try and keep ahead of the pursuing beast, hoping that it might lose track of her if she rejoined the fleeing mob.

One misplaced step was all it took for the woman’s foot to slip out from under her and send the pair toppling onto the sand. As they fell, Martha purposefully twisted herself so that her right side would take the brunt of the fall, sparing any damage to her daughter at the cost of a loud crack of bone. She screamed as the sensation of sheer agony shot through her collar and arm, the limb losing all strength and falling limp to the side. The exposed child cried out loudly as her mother’s pained whimpers flooded her ears, which further excited the trailing predator as it closed the distance, the limbs not supporting its weight twitching with anticipation.

Martha fought through the veil of pain and attempted to stand, only to fall back against the ground, further inciting Samantha’s cries of distress. She couldn’t stand up and hold onto her daughter with only one functioning arm, meaning there were only two choices available to the injured woman. The thought of abandoning her child as bait crossed her mind… and was instantly rejected.

Hugging her crying baby close, she closed her eyes and waited as the colossal squid loomed overhead, feeling the warm droplets of tar and drool splatter against her bare skin as its depraved tentacles reached out for them.

”SKREEEE!”

An intense scream of agony flooded her ears, and she felt something warm and wet splash against her midriff. She opened her eyes and found that the pair of them were unscathed, and the squid was no longer standing over them. Instead, the creature now hung back from the pair, with several of its tentacles wrapped around its body seemingly as a protective measure. Blue liquid leaked from the ragged hole that was once its right eye socket, the remains of which she realised was what now dripped down her stomach and hips.

A hand suddenly found her left bicep, and before she could make a word of protest, Martha realised she was being pulled to her feet by someone else. A quick glance revealed her saviour as an older man of Japanese heritage, hooking his left hand underneath her armpit as support, while in his right, he pointed the bloodied tip of a striped umbrella pole threateningly at the beast opposite.

“Can you run?” the stranger asked, never turning his gaze away from the recovering squid.

“Wh-” stuttered Mathra, too shaken by the encounter to quickly process the question. “N-no. My ankle…”

“We’ll take it from here.”

A man and a woman in resort uniform appeared on both sides and took over. Martha was still too dazed to resist as the woman took the trembling form of Samantha from his grasp to allow her companion to lift her uninjured arm over his own shoulders.

The squid had taken note of their action and began to uncoil, cautiously moving back towards them. The old man raised his weapon with both hands, holding it outwards like a spear to ward off the attacker. “Get them out of here,” he ordered firmly.

The resort workers refused to argue and turned towards the main hotel, with Martha limping along with the support of her assistant, though not before casting one last look at the man who had rescued them, struggling to find the words to thank him for his bravery. As her mind started to clear, she found herself thinking that the stranger seemed vaguely familiar.

Kotaro allowed a quick glance towards the retreating quartet, making sure that their path to the main complex was clear, before his gaze returned to the monstrosity that leered before him. He wasn't exactly sure of the full story behind these creatures; whether these were some kind of undiscovered deepwater species or a form of mutation derived from human interference. Their origins hardly mattered in this situation - the only relevant facts were that these things had been disturbed from their normal environment and were not afraid to add human beings to their list of deity requirements. Even if Kotaro was normally against the harm of Earth’s other denizens, this was a scenario where a peaceful solution was not available with the area’s limited resources, and the invaders had to be stopped immediately.

The wounded squid crept ever closer, perhaps hesitant to make the first move in its half-blind condition and remembering the sting of his weapon. Holding his ground, Kotaro kept the beast at bay with lunging thrusts, making sure to hold its attention in case it decided to go for another target. In the corner of his eye, a tentacle flicked towards him, and he swung around to intercept, stabbing the tip of his crude spear towards the main body of the limb. In the midst of his strike, the tentacle pulled itself backwards at the last moment, causing the elderly man to stumble from the unexpected lack of resistance and the spear stabbed into thin air. Before he could recover, another tentacle claimed its own hold on the weapon and ripped it from his clutches, knocking Kotaro onto his ass with a pained grunt.

He tried to stand up quickly, hissing from the discomfort of the growing bruises across his rear. Before he could, his surprised gaze was met by that of the gigantic cephalopod’s, hovering over the downed man with his former weapon wrapped in the grasp of two of its thick tentacles, which it proceeded to use to snap the metal pole in half as if it were but a matchstick.

Kotaro scrambled backwards, patting down the ground as he moved in search of some type of tool or weapon that could be used to defend himself as the deformed squid advanced upon him. Fear gripped his soul as the creature’s sole eye stared down with a bestial blankness, devoid of any visible emotion, its consciousness driven by the most primeval of instincts. Was this about to be it? The final end to his years of torment and depression? At least if he died at the hands of this thing, he would have the dignity of dying a hero’s death, remembered by the lives saved by his sacrifice.

Perhaps, in another life, he might have accepted that as his fate, but he saw such a possibility as nothing but the coward’s way out. There was still determination left in his system and this squid would be foolish in believing he would dishonour the good memory of those he had lost by surrendering so quickly against impossible odds. A life without certainty of success, with potential for happiness to be found, was the greater choice over a lack of a future at all.

A lifetime of physical training had hardened his body, so even in his advanced age, Kotaro would be more than able to throw hands with this monstrous brute if he was so determined. In fact, the idea wasn’t such a bad one after all. Why not show the terrors from the deep the strength and determination of a man fighting to find his own future.

A shot of crimson fired from past Kotaro’s shoulder, catching the giant cephalopod while it was distracted by the man’s defiance. Incredulously, he watched as the energy blast tore into the centre of its cranium, burning through flesh and chitin alike as if the creature’s hide was made of candle wax, and scorched clean through to the other side of its skullless head. The squid convulsed and fell, squirming its tentacles without purpose as it comprehended the immense agony, but death had already begun to claim it. With a final dying rattle, the body turned limp, its eye staring blank and glassy into the void.

Kotaro stared as he caught his breath, taking in the events which had just transpired. There shouldn’t be any weapons capable of this at a holiday hotel, much less a developing country like Jamaica, which meant it had to belong to someone either from the EDF or…

His heart leapt at the idea of meeting another one like him. He picked himself up and spun around, expecting to see the sight of another of his monster-exterminating brethren. A member from the SSSP or TAC, perhaps?

His face fell back into a blank expression of fear at the sight he met.

Spoiler:
So these are clearly Gezoras, judging by the blue blood, but who is Kotaro’s villainous savior?

Actually, I think those are the giant squids from GTS. It mentions tar, which they use to help feed

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Tue Jun 04, 2024 8:25 pm

Here's something I've been working on! I had it in the back of my mind for a while, but it took Match 435 to come out for me to finally put the thing down to paper... Err, Google Doc.

Spoiler:

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Sun Jun 09, 2024 7:28 pm

What's this? A double!? I mean I've been kind of busy lately so sure, why not? One's a bit closer to being finished than the other.

One for the upcoming Superluminal Combined Weapon....

Spoiler:

.... And another for everyone's favorite God of Vengeance.

Spoiler:

ShinGojira14 · Post by **ShinGojira14** » Tue Jun 11, 2024 8:21 am

Two presents for the price of one. Good stuff, Gigantis!

DynaMight · Post by **DynaMight** » Sun Jul 28, 2024 2:53 pm

Spoiler:

So, at last…

They had him cornered.

The intergalactic armada stood their ground. Patience had run out, they were tired of enduring the cruel wishes of the despot, and their decision had been made clear; SpaceGodzilla had to die. Fear had vanished from their bodies, replaced by boiling ire as they stood around their former leader, the ring of monsters blocking any path to avoid the confrontation. Sharp beaks, snarling jaws and chittering mandibles released a chant from hell, drowning the eerie silence of the planetoid. Every second of stay on this planet, chained like dogs to a non-existent pole, had led to this result; A revolution.

And yet, even when facing what would be certain death for the entirety of the cosmos, even when put against his own carefully selected army, SpaceGodzilla remained without a single trace of fear. Golden eyes navigated through the rosters as the crystalline mutant glared the daggers back. The array of teeth protruding out his deformed gums curled into a sadistic grin, the mere thought of this event bringing a sort of twisted comedy to the saurian. The poor fools thought they had a chance!

Seconds felt like eternal hours for both parties, only for the dreadful silence to soon be broken by a rumbling wail, one that was heard across the entire sphere they stood. The sound echoed for miles, speckles of dirt and dust flung into the air by the sheer power behind the ear-piercing cry. The set of toothy maws shut close, SpaceGodzilla fully cementing his stance; He would not give his precious throne to these pathetic beasts, and if he had to tear each and every one of them apart to stop this ridiculous inquisition, he would gladly do so!

The shriek was answered by a conglomerate of visceral howls, followed not long after by the trumpeting sounds of all monsters charging. He dared to not take them seriously?! Enough was enough, they would rip him to shreds! Leading the march forward with bloodthirsty joy, Gigan allowed his bloody chainsaws to carry him across the fields like tank-treads, their mechanism roaring as the metallic teeth raked the ground below. His cycloptic visor locked onto SpaceGodzilla’s form, a mechanical shriek signaling the start of the assault.

Project I've been working on.

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Thu Aug 01, 2024 10:35 am

DynaMight wrote: ↑Sun Jul 28, 2024 2:53 pm
Spoiler:
So, at last…

They had him cornered.

The intergalactic armada stood their ground. Patience had run out, they were tired of enduring the cruel wishes of the despot, and their decision had been made clear; SpaceGodzilla had to die. Fear had vanished from their bodies, replaced by boiling ire as they stood around their former leader, the ring of monsters blocking any path to avoid the confrontation. Sharp beaks, snarling jaws and chittering mandibles released a chant from hell, drowning the eerie silence of the planetoid. Every second of stay on this planet, chained like dogs to a non-existent pole, had led to this result; A revolution.

And yet, even when facing what would be certain death for the entirety of the cosmos, even when put against his own carefully selected army, SpaceGodzilla remained without a single trace of fear. Golden eyes navigated through the rosters as the crystalline mutant glared the daggers back. The array of teeth protruding out his deformed gums curled into a sadistic grin, the mere thought of this event bringing a sort of twisted comedy to the saurian. The poor fools thought they had a chance!

Seconds felt like eternal hours for both parties, only for the dreadful silence to soon be broken by a rumbling wail, one that was heard across the entire sphere they stood. The sound echoed for miles, speckles of dirt and dust flung into the air by the sheer power behind the ear-piercing cry. The set of toothy maws shut close, SpaceGodzilla fully cementing his stance; He would not give his precious throne to these pathetic beasts, and if he had to tear each and every one of them apart to stop this ridiculous inquisition, he would gladly do so!

The shriek was answered by a conglomerate of visceral howls, followed not long after by the trumpeting sounds of all monsters charging. He dared to not take them seriously?! Enough was enough, they would rip him to shreds! Leading the march forward with bloodthirsty joy, Gigan allowed his bloody chainsaws to carry him across the fields like tank-treads, their mechanism roaring as the metallic teeth raked the ground below. His cycloptic visor locked onto SpaceGodzilla’s form, a mechanical shriek signaling the start of the assault.
Project I've been working on.

Spoiler:

Here's a small teaser for something I've made some adjustments to. I hadn't considered adding in a third monster at first, but between the prologue needing to be slightly reworked and the fact she hasn't made her return yet, screw it, what's one more beast in the fold?

Spoiler:

In the depths of space, a lone goddess had decided to admire the cosmos one final time before heading towards her home planet.

She had lost track of time on exactly how long she had been traversing the wider macrocosm, when she went to stop the meteor that was supposed to hit in 1999. However long it had been, it had left her more homesick than ever. She missed Infant Island, and all of the inhabitants that worshiped her. She missed her allies, who had promised to defend the planet in her wake and likely had gone through hundreds of other battles at this point, each one potentially spelling their deaths. She missed Battra, who she had finally managed to help see the light and who held the fort on Infant Island, even with some of the inhabitants being apprehensive, and she could have only hoped they had warmed up to him as time went by.

And, even though they weren’t born by the time she had left, she missed her children. Her potential son or daughter, who was set to continue her legacy on Planet Earth where she could not. By now, it was likely they had long since grown into their own Imago phase, and if female, possibly even had infants of their own. Oh, how she wishes she could’ve headed back to Earth immediately, and be welcomed with a joyous reunion.

Unfortunately, it appeared the universe had given her one last task to complete before doing so.

There was a lone planet that hosted something malevolent, its skies clouded with ash and smoke and not another living soul in sight. Her senses made it clear that the beings who had caused such destruction were not bound to a planet’s atmosphere. They had traveled here like a murder of crows from some other godforsaken realm, probably having slaughtered thousands of others before reaching their current destination. The vastness of the universe had kept them apart long enough for their paths to not cross. But it wasn’t too late for her to stop them before they had reached any further unfortunate souls.

Diving down, the Goddess of Peace shot past the soot filled heavens and entered the atmosphere with furious resolve, summoning all of her power to make sure she struck every enemy down until the job was done.

******

Unfortunately, the arrival of something from Earth was something the leader of the armada had long since been waiting for. And now, he has been granted a perfect opportunity.

His entire being revolved around an enemy to mankind, his “forefather” having visited the blue planet hundreds of times at this point. Conquering worlds was all he ever knew, and essentially now all what he ever wanted to achieve. But his creators were too keen on waiting “till the time was right”

But they had numbers. What was stopping the cyborgs from merely overpowering them all?

Free from their chains, they were free to destroy the galaxy at their own whim. And that was where they had a date with destiny. The vastness of the cosmos kept them all apart; but it seemed one lonesome being had come to him instead. Good….

Now one step closer to his own goal, violet eyes watched the sky. His brethren’s entire forms were covered in smoke and ash, leaving them invisible to even the keenest of eyes. It was time for him to begin his conquest….

Post by **GZillaguy199** » Thu Aug 01, 2024 5:34 pm

Gigantis wrote: ↑Thu Aug 01, 2024 10:35 am
DynaMight wrote: ↑Sun Jul 28, 2024 2:53 pm
Spoiler:
So, at last…

They had him cornered.

The intergalactic armada stood their ground. Patience had run out, they were tired of enduring the cruel wishes of the despot, and their decision had been made clear; SpaceGodzilla had to die. Fear had vanished from their bodies, replaced by boiling ire as they stood around their former leader, the ring of monsters blocking any path to avoid the confrontation. Sharp beaks, snarling jaws and chittering mandibles released a chant from hell, drowning the eerie silence of the planetoid. Every second of stay on this planet, chained like dogs to a non-existent pole, had led to this result; A revolution.

And yet, even when facing what would be certain death for the entirety of the cosmos, even when put against his own carefully selected army, SpaceGodzilla remained without a single trace of fear. Golden eyes navigated through the rosters as the crystalline mutant glared the daggers back. The array of teeth protruding out his deformed gums curled into a sadistic grin, the mere thought of this event bringing a sort of twisted comedy to the saurian. The poor fools thought they had a chance!

Seconds felt like eternal hours for both parties, only for the dreadful silence to soon be broken by a rumbling wail, one that was heard across the entire sphere they stood. The sound echoed for miles, speckles of dirt and dust flung into the air by the sheer power behind the ear-piercing cry. The set of toothy maws shut close, SpaceGodzilla fully cementing his stance; He would not give his precious throne to these pathetic beasts, and if he had to tear each and every one of them apart to stop this ridiculous inquisition, he would gladly do so!

The shriek was answered by a conglomerate of visceral howls, followed not long after by the trumpeting sounds of all monsters charging. He dared to not take them seriously?! Enough was enough, they would rip him to shreds! Leading the march forward with bloodthirsty joy, Gigan allowed his bloody chainsaws to carry him across the fields like tank-treads, their mechanism roaring as the metallic teeth raked the ground below. His cycloptic visor locked onto SpaceGodzilla’s form, a mechanical shriek signaling the start of the assault.
Project I've been working on.

Spoiler:
Oooh, a rebellion featuring multiple aliens out for SpaceGodzilla's head? Sounds fun!
Here's a small teaser for something I've made some adjustments to. I hadn't considered adding in a third monster at first, but between the prologue needing to be slightly reworked and the fact she hasn't made her return yet, screw it, what's one more beast in the fold?

Spoiler:
In the depths of space, a lone goddess had decided to admire the cosmos one final time before heading towards her home planet.

She had lost track of time on exactly how long she had been traversing the wider macrocosm, when she went to stop the meteor that was supposed to hit in 1999. However long it had been, it had left her more homesick than ever. She missed Infant Island, and all of the inhabitants that worshiped her. She missed her allies, who had promised to defend the planet in her wake and likely had gone through hundreds of other battles at this point, each one potentially spelling their deaths. She missed Battra, who she had finally managed to help see the light and who held the fort on Infant Island, even with some of the inhabitants being apprehensive, and she could have only hoped they had warmed up to him as time went by.

And, even though they weren’t born by the time she had left, she missed her children. Her potential son or daughter, who was set to continue her legacy on Planet Earth where she could not. By now, it was likely they had long since grown into their own Imago phase, and if female, possibly even had infants of their own. Oh, how she wishes she could’ve headed back to Earth immediately, and be welcomed with a joyous reunion.

Unfortunately, it appeared the universe had given her one last task to complete before doing so.

There was a lone planet that hosted something malevolent, its skies clouded with ash and smoke and not another living soul in sight. Her senses made it clear that the beings who had caused such destruction were not bound to a planet’s atmosphere. They had traveled here like a murder of crows from some other godforsaken realm, probably having slaughtered thousands of others before reaching their current destination. The vastness of the universe had kept them apart long enough for their paths to not cross. But it wasn’t too late for her to stop them before they had reached any further unfortunate souls.

Diving down, the Goddess of Peace shot past the soot filled heavens and entered the atmosphere with furious resolve, summoning all of her power to make sure she struck every enemy down until the job was done.

******

Unfortunately, the arrival of something from Earth was something the leader of the armada had long since been waiting for. And now, he has been granted a perfect opportunity.

His entire being revolved around an enemy to mankind, his “forefather” having visited the blue planet hundreds of times at this point. Conquering worlds was all he ever knew, and essentially now all what he ever wanted to achieve. But his creators were too keen on waiting “till the time was right”

But they had numbers. What was stopping the cyborgs from merely overpowering them all?

Free from their chains, they were free to destroy the galaxy at their own whim. And that was where they had a date with destiny. The vastness of the cosmos kept them all apart; but it seemed one lonesome being had come to him instead. Good….

Now one step closer to his own goal, violet eyes watched the sky. His brethren’s entire forms were covered in smoke and ash, leaving them invisible to even the keenest of eyes. It was time for him to begin his conquest….

Mothra vs Gigan Rex?

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Fri Aug 02, 2024 8:18 am

GZillaguy199 wrote: ↑Thu Aug 01, 2024 5:34 pm
Gigantis wrote: ↑Thu Aug 01, 2024 10:35 am
DynaMight wrote: ↑Sun Jul 28, 2024 2:53 pm
Spoiler:
So, at last…

They had him cornered.

The intergalactic armada stood their ground. Patience had run out, they were tired of enduring the cruel wishes of the despot, and their decision had been made clear; SpaceGodzilla had to die. Fear had vanished from their bodies, replaced by boiling ire as they stood around their former leader, the ring of monsters blocking any path to avoid the confrontation. Sharp beaks, snarling jaws and chittering mandibles released a chant from hell, drowning the eerie silence of the planetoid. Every second of stay on this planet, chained like dogs to a non-existent pole, had led to this result; A revolution.

And yet, even when facing what would be certain death for the entirety of the cosmos, even when put against his own carefully selected army, SpaceGodzilla remained without a single trace of fear. Golden eyes navigated through the rosters as the crystalline mutant glared the daggers back. The array of teeth protruding out his deformed gums curled into a sadistic grin, the mere thought of this event bringing a sort of twisted comedy to the saurian. The poor fools thought they had a chance!

Seconds felt like eternal hours for both parties, only for the dreadful silence to soon be broken by a rumbling wail, one that was heard across the entire sphere they stood. The sound echoed for miles, speckles of dirt and dust flung into the air by the sheer power behind the ear-piercing cry. The set of toothy maws shut close, SpaceGodzilla fully cementing his stance; He would not give his precious throne to these pathetic beasts, and if he had to tear each and every one of them apart to stop this ridiculous inquisition, he would gladly do so!

The shriek was answered by a conglomerate of visceral howls, followed not long after by the trumpeting sounds of all monsters charging. He dared to not take them seriously?! Enough was enough, they would rip him to shreds! Leading the march forward with bloodthirsty joy, Gigan allowed his bloody chainsaws to carry him across the fields like tank-treads, their mechanism roaring as the metallic teeth raked the ground below. His cycloptic visor locked onto SpaceGodzilla’s form, a mechanical shriek signaling the start of the assault.
Project I've been working on.

Spoiler:
Oooh, a rebellion featuring multiple aliens out for SpaceGodzilla's head? Sounds fun!
Here's a small teaser for something I've made some adjustments to. I hadn't considered adding in a third monster at first, but between the prologue needing to be slightly reworked and the fact she hasn't made her return yet, screw it, what's one more beast in the fold?

Spoiler:
In the depths of space, a lone goddess had decided to admire the cosmos one final time before heading towards her home planet.

She had lost track of time on exactly how long she had been traversing the wider macrocosm, when she went to stop the meteor that was supposed to hit in 1999. However long it had been, it had left her more homesick than ever. She missed Infant Island, and all of the inhabitants that worshiped her. She missed her allies, who had promised to defend the planet in her wake and likely had gone through hundreds of other battles at this point, each one potentially spelling their deaths. She missed Battra, who she had finally managed to help see the light and who held the fort on Infant Island, even with some of the inhabitants being apprehensive, and she could have only hoped they had warmed up to him as time went by.

And, even though they weren’t born by the time she had left, she missed her children. Her potential son or daughter, who was set to continue her legacy on Planet Earth where she could not. By now, it was likely they had long since grown into their own Imago phase, and if female, possibly even had infants of their own. Oh, how she wishes she could’ve headed back to Earth immediately, and be welcomed with a joyous reunion.

Unfortunately, it appeared the universe had given her one last task to complete before doing so.

There was a lone planet that hosted something malevolent, its skies clouded with ash and smoke and not another living soul in sight. Her senses made it clear that the beings who had caused such destruction were not bound to a planet’s atmosphere. They had traveled here like a murder of crows from some other godforsaken realm, probably having slaughtered thousands of others before reaching their current destination. The vastness of the universe had kept them apart long enough for their paths to not cross. But it wasn’t too late for her to stop them before they had reached any further unfortunate souls.

Diving down, the Goddess of Peace shot past the soot filled heavens and entered the atmosphere with furious resolve, summoning all of her power to make sure she struck every enemy down until the job was done.

******

Unfortunately, the arrival of something from Earth was something the leader of the armada had long since been waiting for. And now, he has been granted a perfect opportunity.

His entire being revolved around an enemy to mankind, his “forefather” having visited the blue planet hundreds of times at this point. Conquering worlds was all he ever knew, and essentially now all what he ever wanted to achieve. But his creators were too keen on waiting “till the time was right”

But they had numbers. What was stopping the cyborgs from merely overpowering them all?

Free from their chains, they were free to destroy the galaxy at their own whim. And that was where they had a date with destiny. The vastness of the cosmos kept them all apart; but it seemed one lonesome being had come to him instead. Good….

Now one step closer to his own goal, violet eyes watched the sky. His brethren’s entire forms were covered in smoke and ash, leaving them invisible to even the keenest of eyes. It was time for him to begin his conquest….

Mothra vs Gigan Rex?

Sort of. Mothra (Heisei), Anguirus (Millennium) and Gotengo (Millennium) vs. Gigan (Reiwa)

Post by **Blizzard Ghost** » Tue Aug 06, 2024 12:41 pm

I kinda did this in one sitting, I hope it suffices

Spoiler:

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Thu Aug 15, 2024 7:25 pm

Here's something I started working on about the end of last month. Since I'm working on Showa vs. Heisei Gamera, it was only fair I gave the last remaining turtle his own match.

Spoiler:

HillyHulk · Post by **HillyHulk** » Fri Aug 16, 2024 7:38 am

Gigantis wrote: ↑Thu Aug 15, 2024 7:25 pm Here's something I started working on about the end of last month. Since I'm working on Showa vs. Heisei Gamera, it was only fair I gave the last remaining turtle his own match.

Spoiler:
When a being is thousands of years old, they would be no stranger to losing the ones they loved. But that didn’t necessarily mean witnessing death got any easier.

The concept of death was one Ultraman knew ever since he was a child. It was no secret heroic Ultras could fall in battle while protecting their kind and others across the cosmos. Nor was it any secret that allies could very well perish while trying to protect the ones that survived. He had been told that ever since he had started training, and he had to have been witness to hundreds, if not thousands of funerals, big and small.

Yet, whenever it was one he had grown closer to, he couldn’t help but feel a long-lasting pain in his heart. One that wouldn’t truly fade until years down the line, no matter how much he thought about the times they had shared, or tried to stop thinking about the “what could have been”. It reminded him that life was fragile, and that even the mightiest titans could fall. His current thoughts had led him back to Earth, where he had shrunken down to the size of a regular man, hidden away from civilization to be alone with his thoughts.

He watched the skies. And it reminded him when one of the world’s finest heroes once flew across them…. As well as the time where it was shrouded with shadows.

******
1995.

Soaring through the skies, Ultraman tried to hit an ever moving target, the bioengineered destroyer moving faster than lightning. Hordes of winged beasts had suddenly sprouted across Japan, and he had been enlisted to investigate. As it turns out, a threat from centuries’ past had come back to haunt the modern world; planning to go forth until the entire planet became their personal buffet.

The Gyaos. Beings created by the people of Atlantis to clean up their trash, only for their appetites to become outright hypervorous and uncontrollable. Turning on their masters, they single-handedly lead to the empire’s fall, the first round of resistance not enough to stop their constant assault. Said resistance, in itself, seemed to have become extinct. Turtle-based lifeforms who acted as guardians, falling in the midst of battle. Now, it was up to the current heroes to finish what they had all started.

Or, at least, so he thought.

The winged creature shot out its Sonic Scalpel, piercing the Ultra’s hand. Crying out in shock, he nearly fell flat on his face. Blood pulsing out of a silver palm, he tried to ignore it as a call rang through the sky and a 60-meter tall being landed on the nearby bridge. Red scales brightened by the sunset, the Gyaos gazed at him with hungry eyes as it prepared to dive down and finish the job. Another beam readied to fire in its mouth, trying to slice open the neck muscles.

Someone else struck first.

A fireball shot through the sky, barely grazing Ultraman’s head fin before striking the overgrown bat in the chest, scorching flesh. It withered around in pain, trying to get back on its feet, its eyes darting to find the source of the attack. Footsteps rang across the forest, signaling something else was near. But there wasn't any malevolent presence, something Ultraman could sense from the minute it had arrived.

Turning around, he saw a rather giant shape just beyond the horizon. A massive fortress covering its back, and tusk protruding from each side of its mouth. In the shape of a massive tortoise, came the Atlantean’s Last Hope.

Gamera, last of his kind, against the remaining dozens of sworn enemies.

By the time Ultraman had got to his knees, Gamera had nearly not paid him any mind. He was no stranger to looking at massive humanoids in his past; but something about the biology of this one seemed rather strange. He had been granted the ability to tap into the Earth’s energy, along with knowing all the lifeforms that were born within it. Yet the silver giant appeared to be an outsider.

Though, had it been a threat, what was stopping it from attacking the turtle where he stood?

His muscles had begun to untense, and instead of rage, he looked at the Ultra with a newfound sense of wonder and curiosity; emotions he had not felt for eons. Ultraman had replied in kind. The patterns laced across Gamera’s stomach telling him the newcomer was one created by the likes of bioengineering instead of birthed by Mother Nature. Whatever tensions between them had shimmered down, giving way to a sense of understanding.

This was no destroyer. Rather, a defender.

And now, they had a common foe. The Gyaos had begun to recover and got back to its feet with an ear-piercing shriek. Its wings were sore from such a rough landing, but it still managed to fly. It dove down, trying to strike two targets at once.

Ultraman, however, caught it in his tracks. His fingers completely straightened, thin, yellow beams caught the winged beast by the head and chest, keeping it still to the point only the eyes could continue to move. Not wasting even a second, a razor disk of blue energy emerged from his right arm, and he sent it forward, easily cutting straight through the skull and the rest of the body.

Once the psychokinesis had worn off, the Gyaos fell to the ground, each half of its body crashing to the ground with a rather nauseating squelch.

With some surprise of how quickly the humanoid had handled the situation, Gamera found himself revisioning his future steps. Suddenly, his one man fight suddenly had grown to have another by his side. If he could have another in his fight against the Shadow of Evil, the odds of him coming out victorious were sure to have gone up. Plus, could he really say he wanted to bear this task all by himself?

All of his brethren were gone, but the task they left behind lived on through his soul. And they certainly wouldn’t want him to be alone in his journey. It was the least he could do.

So, in ways only beings like him could truly understand, Gamera had asked Ultraman for any future aid he could offer. And the extraterrestrial had agreed. Just moments after they had arrived in the forest, they had set out towards wider pastures, and to take care of a now common enemy.

And that was just the beginning. What started as a crusade against the darkness had grown into something that would last for years to come. Together, they had fought the parasitic marauder Legion, the ancient sea dragon Dagahra, and even put a stop to the celestial Dogora. Gaining allies from both Earth and beyond, they were seen as the finest symbols of hope, and the finest Guardians of the Universe. Gamera and Ultraman hadn't just become partners in crime, they were friends. Ones who seemed fit to continue working together till millennia to come.

…. If only that was how history truly unfolded.
******

2000

The night skies of Tokyo were filled with the cries of war and screams of horrors. Those who had not found a savehaven were likely to be nothing but a feast for the vicious vampires that swarmed the heavens. The Gyaos were thousands strong, and the streets were packed to the brim with bones, limbs and blood. Many of Earth’s guardians had risen to fight them, but many had fallen in the midst of warfare.

Gruesome sights were strewn about, creating a horrible scene. Battra’s torn wing laid next to Mechagodzilla’s top half. That was only the beginning of it all, barely accounting for all the bodies that laid across the streets and on top of destroyed buildings. The famed Tokyo Tower was cut in two like a knife through butter, the remains of the upper half broken into pieces once it hit the earth beneath it.

If an Ultra could produce tears, Ultraman would have likely wept. But he couldn’t stop just to tend to his feelings . Not when there was still a battle to be won. But with his Color Timer beginning to flash red, he knew he had only so much time until he either made a hasty and temporary retreat, or was possibly even forced to face his own demise.

But if this was the end, he wouldn’t go gently into the night.

With a running start, he raced back into the fray and joined his remaining allies against the war. Mothra cried out as her Prism Beams punctured the skin of the Gyaos swarm, destroying the wing membranes as the overgrown vampires fell to the ground. King Kong’s entire body was covered in blue electricity, the shocks rattling bones and letting the hearts overflow until they ceased beating. The cacophony was almost enough to make his ears bleed, but his fist held steady as three of them had caught his sight.

Each Gyaos was following their now dead master, a mutant of their kind. However, with the Ryuseicho dead, they had gone rampant. Only continuing their feeding frenzy until there was nothing on Earth to satisfy their carnivorous needs. Everything that had resisted was seen as a foe, but they were miniscule compared to their last true enemy, and the one who led the charge.

But alas, Gamera’s time in the battlefield seemed like it was just about ready to come to an end.

In his previous conflict, he had been gravely injured. His right arm had lost every nerve in its system in his battle with the mutant, he was forced to self amputate. Yet even with waning strength, he persevered till the very end. His rockets acted as a light in the night sky, signaling his presence. as fireballs blew members of the hoard into charred chunks. They merely fell to the ground below, lifeless as could be, but there were still hundreds left to go, and no one was really sure how much more he could truly take. Especially against “the big one.”

Larger than the rest, and with skin white as snow, the 80 meter beast eyed the chelonian with hunger. He was her main target; and all of Gamera’s allies were his bodyguards. Sensing an attack coming her way, the Albino Gyaos flew upwards, narrowly dodging an atomic ray that shot into the sky. Looking back down below, she quickly saw Godzilla beckoning her for a fight. She didn’t want to lose her target, but she realized the radioactive mutant was simply too dangerous to be left unchecked. She moved down, ready to fight the King of Monsters head on.

But she was intercepted. Ultraman had slammed into her with his shoulder, knocking her into one of the few remaining buildings standing. In a daze, the white vampire tried to stand, only to nearly be knocked down again when a fireball scorched her back. Rodan had also joined the fray, having finally shook off the smaller brethren of the Gyaos leader.

It was clear this battle was going nowhere fast, so she opted for a different way to settle the conflict. Her head snapped upward, shrieking to the sky. A call to arms.

Encircling the skies, many smaller Gyaos eyed the tortoise with an enraged gaze. They flew in in a pattern, attacking his unarmored scales relentlessly. He fended them off, some of them having their wings torn asunder while others were merely slapped to the ground, but they simply kept on coming.

Quickly attempting to save his friend, Ultraman leapt back into the sky, but he too was overwhelmed. He was rapidly losing sunlight, and barely had any time to find an exit to recharge. He was forced to make a split decision, trying to ensure a friend's survival while not sacrificing his own.

Cutting through the crowd with an Ultra Slash, he aimed it upwards just as he shot towards outer space, three Gyaos’ starting to follow. Good.

Soaring past the clouds, the bats followed as they tried to pierce the skin with their sonic scalpel. Ultraman rapidly dodged, feeling the light of the star already piercing his skin and recharging his Color Timer. All he had to do was reach a bit farther….

Soon enough, he had breached Earth entirely, and the Gyaos’ had run out of oxygen. Passing out, they fell back to the ground and disappeared into the clouds. Having taken care of some of the threats, he brought himself a minute to recover and breathe, ragged breaths turning into more controlled ones as he felt his strength slowly return. But alas, he did not have all the time in the world; especially not when one he cherished was still at stake.

The second his Timer had finally returned to its blue tone, it was straight back to the battlefield. But the moment he eyed the Earth, he had noticed something that rattled him to the core.

The last remnants of Earth’s mana were fading….

After spending so many years on Earth, he too learned the importance of Mana, the energy that had fueled the world. Alas, in the fight against Legion, Gamera had been forced to use a vast majority in order to defeat the extraterrestrial. That was entirely how the Gyaos had reawoken in such vast quantities to begin with, and arguably even lead to the reawakening of the mutant. Now, the only new bits of energy the Earth had received were when a lifeform on it eventually passed on, the energy they had left their shells and returned back to the core.

So why was it fading away?

…. No, it wasn’t fading. It was being absorbed. Gamera was using up whatever was left to fuel himself! An attempt to keep himself in the fight as long as he could… But one with a devastating cost. If he lived, the mana would almost certainly be returned to the planet, but if he met a grizzly fate, it would likely be gone for good. With haste, Ultraman raced back down towards the blue planet, his form surrounded by fire as he reentered the atmosphere and broke the sound barrier three times over. Landing so hard he nearly broke his knees, he raced to find his friend, only to find them still struggling in the sky. He tried to race after them, only to have his chest cut open by a round of sonic scalpels that stopped him in his tracks from the piercing pain.

It was a terrifying scene as both ancient colossi continued to massacre the others bodies, their forms covered in both purple and green blood. Having specifically led her underlings to distract every other giant in the vicinity, the Albino Gyaos had decided to settle the rivalry all on her own. Neither had a true advantage, but it was obvious they were not giving in. A duel that was destined to go until their dying breaths.

Trying to end it as fast as he could, Gamera used every last bit of Mana for one final Plasma Fireball, the orange energy charging in his maw. The lead Gyaos, however, wasn’t having it. Charging back in with a horrifying shriek of rage, her wings folded into a v-shape as she dove down to deliver what she too hoped would be the final blow.

It was a move neither side had fully calculated.

The moment the white Gyaos met her longtime foe, her speared tongue shot out to pierce his neck. When Gamera reared his head back to fire his ultimate attack, he failed to notice her ongoing speed, and failed to fire even seconds earlier before disaster was spelled. The moment the speared organ shot forth, it had pierced his neck, only to be immediately scorched the moment the superheated Mana touched it, burning the tongue to a crisp.

But it was too late.

Jammed inside of a body with nowhere to go, the fiery mana began to force itself out of any exit it possibly could. Gamera’s missing hand began to glow a mystical orange as similar lights began to burst through his iron fortress. As the Gyaos shouted in pain and the loss of her lingua, she had failed to notice the scene amongst her oncoming agony. And with most of the resistance on the ground, none of them could alert anyone else on what was about to transpire.

At last, with every bit of power trapped in his body escaping at once, Gamera had exploded.

Almost immediately, the albino Gyaos was completely incinerated, with not even bones remaining. Many of the others still in the air were next to go, skins bursting at the seams and melting until only slag was left. Mothra quite nearly became a victim of the inferno herself, had Rodan not swooped in and carried her to a place the fire could not reach. But the heat as a whole definitely could, the sweltering temperatures reaching to the ground and forming blisters on the skin of kaiju as night began to turn to day. The sound echoed all across the globe, the low-droning noise being torture on the ears.

Yet, it only lasted mere minutes before it all died down, along with the rest of the noises surrounding the battlefield.

His eyes clearing up, Ultraman yet again eyed the darkness, seeing a plume of smoke surrounding the sky and drawing out even more of the darkness. All was silent, with only the sounds of labored breathing rushing through his ears. But it didn’t take long for him, alongside everyone else, to notice something was terribly wrong. They could feel something missing from the planet, sending a sense of dread straight to their core. The leader of the Gyaos had been vanquished.

But there was no sign of Gamera, and the Mana he held.

Hearts collectively sank, but sadness gave way to unbridled rage. The moment of silence had given way yet again to the sounds of war the moment the defenders of earth got back on their feet and looked towards the heavens shrouded in shadow. And with hands clenched into a fist, one particular champion felt his eyes turn red.

With a howl of anguish, Ultraman had restarted the conflict by shooting into the sky and nearly tearing off a Gyaos’ fist with a powerful punch, causing the rest to follow suit. Soon, Tokyo was free from the winged terrors, and the rest of the world had followed suit in the months that would follow, until the Gyaos’ were confirmed to be one hundred percent extinct.

It was a hollow victory, however. Especially for the Warrior of Light.

A friend had perished, and nothing had remained of him to even give a proper burial. And while many men and monsters both came along to pay their respects in quite a few different ways, his presence was still sorely absent. While the Gyaos were no more, the lack of Mana had given way to many other threats to try and take the Earth under their tyrannical domain. From the reawakening of Desghidorah, to the advent of the Garogas and their Terror-Beast, the guardians of earth had been working double time to make sure everything was on track.

Two decades had gone by, and things had only marginally improved. Some of the mana had returned via the passing of lifes, especially considering the life cycle of the Guardian Moths, but not enough to truly fuel the planet again. Even on a rather clear, sunny day like the one the Ultra was currently bathing in, the temperature felt cold. As if the lack of energy had zapped the world of its warmth. It was obvious at this point there was no easy fix for the Earth.

But in the previous decade, something had made itself known. And it had given the hero new hope.

******

After a battle between Mothra’s son, Leo, and a cephalopod named “Viras”, the world governments had gone into an investigation into a conspiracy into a mysterious company called the “Eustace Foundation”. Uncovering a plot that revolved sacrificing the innocent in order to “purify” mankind, they uncovered many other genetically engineered lifeforms they had planned to use. Most of them were either incomplete, or were still in hibernation. But one life form, however, was taken from its nest for a study.

Lacking the RNA that would have made the other monsters mad, some had wondered if, with a good enough role-model, it could have become another defender for the planet. No x-ray could see through it, so exactly what lifeform it could have been was a mystery for everyone.

Until, about four months later, it had hatched to reveal a familiar face. Another Gamera, whose birth had taken the world by storm.

Whether or not it was exactly tied to the one created by Atlantis eons ago, one was sure, but it was a cause for celebration around the world. Seeing another chance at one of the world’s guardians protecting everyone was a sign of greatness, but most were not allowed to see the creature with their own eyes. But once he grew up, and began to traverse the world on his own, everyone bore witness to him, whether from up close, or from a distance.

Ultraman had fallen into the latter camp. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy, but it was clear more time was needed for the chelonian to truly improve his skills. Become the fighter he was meant to be. But finding the right moment to meet with him was tricky. He had plenty of duties outside of Earth after all, and a random entrance certainly wouldn’t be a good first impression if he wanted to gain trust. But the more time passed, the more he realized he couldn’t continue to sit on the sidelines. Forcing himself away because of the past was far from ideal.

Even if confronting it head on was harder….

It was only then he realized his hands were starting to shake, and he had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself back down. In an attempt to recollect his thoughts, he yet again looked towards the horizon.

The chances for him to help continue the legacy of a fallen friend was not one that came often. In most cases, their tales were simply passed down to the next generation. Now, he was staring at said next generation. Training them in general was a part of his duties, but when it came to a situation like this one, and a world itself still feeling as bleak as it could ever be?

“.... It is the least I could do.”

Making up his mind simply by saying those words out loud, he raised one of his hands to the air. Transforming into his true, 85 meter height, the Warrior of Light shot towards the sky, deciding today would be the day. The Earth had a second chance; and perhaps, he did as well.

I think all of this is good, but it's giving away too much.

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That's just my two cents, though.

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Sun Aug 18, 2024 4:12 pm

Here's this other thing I started working on, like, two days ago. Decided I'd get an early start because evidently we still need more matches sent in for the newer guys.

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Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Tue Oct 01, 2024 10:58 am

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kaijufanforever · Post by **kaijufanforever** » Fri Oct 04, 2024 12:52 am

Trailer for one of our newer members of the roster

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Venturing closer cautiously, the King raised a hand and let out a short roar, the sound cutting through the air. Any birds that didn't flee the area quickly did so, and the gruesome sounds stopped. Raising their green head, the saurian looked over their shoulder, revealing a long crocodilian head and snout which ended with a mass of teeth on the end of the snout like a mace, yellow blood and orange bits of carapace caking the long jaws with drool dripping down, and two beady yellow eyes fixated on the charcoal saurian behind them.

The ruler of Monster land once heard of the human phrase "the eyes are a window to the soul" from one of his allies, the grinning robot who fought alongside him against the Seatopian Beetle and Cyborg Avian. When he asked what it meant, his friend elaborated that one could figure out what a being was truly like by looking at their eyes, as eyes helped show how one was feeling, such as narrowing in suspicion, and in addition, humans didn't consider eye contact a show of aggression or a threat. In fact, many, if not all looked at the face or somewhere near when they talked with another human.

When he heard this, the Kaiju King couldn't help but agree. He would never forget when he looked into the crimson gaze of the Three Headed Monster and saw nothing but insanity, a crazed look that both matched and explained why he flailed his heads wildly while spewing his crackling beams, not bothering to aim, giggling psychotically all the while.

And when his gaze met the theropod's own, he saw a look that he had seen in the eyes of both Baragon and Gaira. When both arrived on the island, they looked at just about everyone with a look of hunger, sizing them up as a meal. Fortunately, the humans had taken this into account and made sure they got something to keep their appetite stated as often as possible, and eventually both realized the local Kamacuras were abundant enough to have some as a meal, which also kept the population at a level where they wouldn't overrun the island and it's ecosystem. Certainly helped helped Kumonga and Gorosaurus.

However, the difference here was that Gaira saw him at a potential threat and rival predator, acting aggressively. He still did, but he had calmed down a lot and most monsters left him alone aside from his brother. And Baragon had one look and immediately flinched back, hissing defensively. He saw a threat and a rival predator, but was intimidated and fearful of a creature he could tell at first glance was more than he could handle, his actions were out of fear and defensiveness. Didn't help matters that he was a young member of his species. But like Gaira, he had calmed down and matured, and was much more calmer and comfortable.

But unlike either of them there was no such look in the yellow pinpricks. No acknowledgment of a potential rival predator or defensive behavior. This creature didn't care that he was an unknown creature that was unlike and beast that roamed the lands it used to call home. No, all the Violent Wyvern saw was a meal to be slain, torn apart and consumed.

Turning it's pine colored body around, it faced the King, rearing back and puffing out it's chest as it sucked in air before thrusting it forward, it's gore covered jaws parting to let loose a booming roar that sent globs of thick saliva as well as blood and it's of exoskeleton flying and filled the air and shattered any hopes of a peaceful interaction. Powerful legs sprung into action, the theropod breaking into a run, trees shattering and earth quaking from each footfall. In the world it originated from, the sight of a Deviljho barreling towards them like a freight train would send any creature running for the hills to escape the literal jaws of death. But the Father of Minilla looked a literal Destroyer of Worlds in his mad eyes and punched him square in his golden draconic mug. Thus Godzilla, the Monster of Justice and former terror of Japan put up his dukes. If this walking pickle hoped he was going to get an easy meal, well the King of the Monsters was just going to show him otherwise a d make sure he was gonna have a bad time.

However, the corners of his rounded mouth curved down in a frown. As much as he like a good fight, he didn't seek them out,and was upset that it had to come to this. Pushing his feelings aside, Godzilla adjusted his stance and began swaying right to left. There wasn't just hunger in those eyes, but intelligence as well. He would have to be careful, he knew nothing about this monster, and one slip up could be disastrous. He need to be cautious, lest he ended up as a carcass being devoured. And he had no intention of leaving Minilla without a father.

As the Deviljho thundered within Melee range, Godzilla leaned to the left, then quickly threw his weight to the right as the Deviljho snapped his jaws in that direction, his Majesty throwing a fist forward, only to pull in back to avoid it being trapped in the organic bear trap that was the Brute Wyvern's jaws. Unperturbed, the green theropod lunged forward, jaws swing wide open, eager to taste the Kaiju King's blood.

Gigantis · Post by **Gigantis** » Wed Oct 16, 2024 4:28 pm

kaijufanforever wrote: ↑Fri Oct 04, 2024 12:52 am Trailer for one of our newer members of the roster
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Venturing closer cautiously, the King raised a hand and let out a short roar, the sound cutting through the air. Any birds that didn't flee the area quickly did so, and the gruesome sounds stopped. Raising their green head, the saurian looked over their shoulder, revealing a long crocodilian head and snout which ended with a mass of teeth on the end of the snout like a mace, yellow blood and orange bits of carapace caking the long jaws with drool dripping down, and two beady yellow eyes fixated on the charcoal saurian behind them.

The ruler of Monster land once heard of the human phrase "the eyes are a window to the soul" from one of his allies, the grinning robot who fought alongside him against the Seatopian Beetle and Cyborg Avian. When he asked what it meant, his friend elaborated that one could figure out what a being was truly like by looking at their eyes, as eyes helped show how one was feeling, such as narrowing in suspicion, and in addition, humans didn't consider eye contact a show of aggression or a threat. In fact, many, if not all looked at the face or somewhere near when they talked with another human.

When he heard this, the Kaiju King couldn't help but agree. He would never forget when he looked into the crimson gaze of the Three Headed Monster and saw nothing but insanity, a crazed look that both matched and explained why he flailed his heads wildly while spewing his crackling beams, not bothering to aim, giggling psychotically all the while.

And when his gaze met the theropod's own, he saw a look that he had seen in the eyes of both Baragon and Gaira. When both arrived on the island, they looked at just about everyone with a look of hunger, sizing them up as a meal. Fortunately, the humans had taken this into account and made sure they got something to keep their appetite stated as often as possible, and eventually both realized the local Kamacuras were abundant enough to have some as a meal, which also kept the population at a level where they wouldn't overrun the island and it's ecosystem. Certainly helped helped Kumonga and Gorosaurus.

However, the difference here was that Gaira saw him at a potential threat and rival predator, acting aggressively. He still did, but he had calmed down a lot and most monsters left him alone aside from his brother. And Baragon had one look and immediately flinched back, hissing defensively. He saw a threat and a rival predator, but was intimidated and fearful of a creature he could tell at first glance was more than he could handle, his actions were out of fear and defensiveness. Didn't help matters that he was a young member of his species. But like Gaira, he had calmed down and matured, and was much more calmer and comfortable.

But unlike either of them there was no such look in the yellow pinpricks. No acknowledgment of a potential rival predator or defensive behavior. This creature didn't care that he was an unknown creature that was unlike and beast that roamed the lands it used to call home. No, all the Violent Wyvern saw was a meal to be slain, torn apart and consumed.

Turning it's pine colored body around, it faced the King, rearing back and puffing out it's chest as it sucked in air before thrusting it forward, it's gore covered jaws parting to let loose a booming roar that sent globs of thick saliva as well as blood and it's of exoskeleton flying and filled the air and shattered any hopes of a peaceful interaction. Powerful legs sprung into action, the theropod breaking into a run, trees shattering and earth quaking from each footfall. In the world it originated from, the sight of a Deviljho barreling towards them like a freight train would send any creature running for the hills to escape the literal jaws of death. But the Father of Minilla looked a literal Destroyer of Worlds in his mad eyes and punched him square in his golden draconic mug. Thus Godzilla, the Monster of Justice and former terror of Japan put up his dukes. If this walking pickle hoped he was going to get an easy meal, well the King of the Monsters was just going to show him otherwise a d make sure he was gonna have a bad time.

However, the corners of his rounded mouth curved down in a frown. As much as he like a good fight, he didn't seek them out,and was upset that it had to come to this. Pushing his feelings aside, Godzilla adjusted his stance and began swaying right to left. There wasn't just hunger in those eyes, but intelligence as well. He would have to be careful, he knew nothing about this monster, and one slip up could be disastrous. He need to be cautious, lest he ended up as a carcass being devoured. And he had no intention of leaving Minilla without a father.

As the Deviljho thundered within Melee range, Godzilla leaned to the left, then quickly threw his weight to the right as the Deviljho snapped his jaws in that direction, his Majesty throwing a fist forward, only to pull in back to avoid it being trapped in the organic bear trap that was the Brute Wyvern's jaws. Unperturbed, the green theropod lunged forward, jaws swing wide open, eager to taste the Kaiju King's blood.

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Getting this bit done for a certain member of the Evangelion family. Hoping this turns out well when it's done.

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kaijufanforever · Post by **kaijufanforever** » Thu Oct 17, 2024 1:15 pm

Gigantis wrote: ↑Wed Oct 16, 2024 4:28 pm
kaijufanforever wrote: ↑Fri Oct 04, 2024 12:52 am Trailer for one of our newer members of the roster
Spoiler:
Venturing closer cautiously, the King raised a hand and let out a short roar, the sound cutting through the air. Any birds that didn't flee the area quickly did so, and the gruesome sounds stopped. Raising their green head, the saurian looked over their shoulder, revealing a long crocodilian head and snout which ended with a mass of teeth on the end of the snout like a mace, yellow blood and orange bits of carapace caking the long jaws with drool dripping down, and two beady yellow eyes fixated on the charcoal saurian behind them.

The ruler of Monster land once heard of the human phrase "the eyes are a window to the soul" from one of his allies, the grinning robot who fought alongside him against the Seatopian Beetle and Cyborg Avian. When he asked what it meant, his friend elaborated that one could figure out what a being was truly like by looking at their eyes, as eyes helped show how one was feeling, such as narrowing in suspicion, and in addition, humans didn't consider eye contact a show of aggression or a threat. In fact, many, if not all looked at the face or somewhere near when they talked with another human.

When he heard this, the Kaiju King couldn't help but agree. He would never forget when he looked into the crimson gaze of the Three Headed Monster and saw nothing but insanity, a crazed look that both matched and explained why he flailed his heads wildly while spewing his crackling beams, not bothering to aim, giggling psychotically all the while.

And when his gaze met the theropod's own, he saw a look that he had seen in the eyes of both Baragon and Gaira. When both arrived on the island, they looked at just about everyone with a look of hunger, sizing them up as a meal. Fortunately, the humans had taken this into account and made sure they got something to keep their appetite stated as often as possible, and eventually both realized the local Kamacuras were abundant enough to have some as a meal, which also kept the population at a level where they wouldn't overrun the island and it's ecosystem. Certainly helped helped Kumonga and Gorosaurus.

However, the difference here was that Gaira saw him at a potential threat and rival predator, acting aggressively. He still did, but he had calmed down a lot and most monsters left him alone aside from his brother. And Baragon had one look and immediately flinched back, hissing defensively. He saw a threat and a rival predator, but was intimidated and fearful of a creature he could tell at first glance was more than he could handle, his actions were out of fear and defensiveness. Didn't help matters that he was a young member of his species. But like Gaira, he had calmed down and matured, and was much more calmer and comfortable.

But unlike either of them there was no such look in the yellow pinpricks. No acknowledgment of a potential rival predator or defensive behavior. This creature didn't care that he was an unknown creature that was unlike and beast that roamed the lands it used to call home. No, all the Violent Wyvern saw was a meal to be slain, torn apart and consumed.

Turning it's pine colored body around, it faced the King, rearing back and puffing out it's chest as it sucked in air before thrusting it forward, it's gore covered jaws parting to let loose a booming roar that sent globs of thick saliva as well as blood and it's of exoskeleton flying and filled the air and shattered any hopes of a peaceful interaction. Powerful legs sprung into action, the theropod breaking into a run, trees shattering and earth quaking from each footfall. In the world it originated from, the sight of a Deviljho barreling towards them like a freight train would send any creature running for the hills to escape the literal jaws of death. But the Father of Minilla looked a literal Destroyer of Worlds in his mad eyes and punched him square in his golden draconic mug. Thus Godzilla, the Monster of Justice and former terror of Japan put up his dukes. If this walking pickle hoped he was going to get an easy meal, well the King of the Monsters was just going to show him otherwise a d make sure he was gonna have a bad time.

However, the corners of his rounded mouth curved down in a frown. As much as he like a good fight, he didn't seek them out,and was upset that it had to come to this. Pushing his feelings aside, Godzilla adjusted his stance and began swaying right to left. There wasn't just hunger in those eyes, but intelligence as well. He would have to be careful, he knew nothing about this monster, and one slip up could be disastrous. He need to be cautious, lest he ended up as a carcass being devoured. And he had no intention of leaving Minilla without a father.

As the Deviljho thundered within Melee range, Godzilla leaned to the left, then quickly threw his weight to the right as the Deviljho snapped his jaws in that direction, his Majesty throwing a fist forward, only to pull in back to avoid it being trapped in the organic bear trap that was the Brute Wyvern's jaws. Unperturbed, the green theropod lunged forward, jaws swing wide open, eager to taste the Kaiju King's blood.

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Oooh, very good! Glad to see the Deviljho get some love.
Getting this bit done for a certain member of the Evangelion family. Hoping this turns out well when it's done.

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It all started when the sky turned red.

While it only lasted a mere minute, it was a terrible sign of what was to come. What started as a normal exhibition to the Antarctic circle soon led to a discovery that heralded the apocalypse. Some say that had the being exhibited more power, the entire planet very well could have tilted on its axis, and perhaps the red skies would have been a permanent stay for future generations to come.

But alas, the all-father still left a new “gift” for the people of Earth to find.

“Adam” they called him, the whereabouts of his body unknown even to most top-secret agents. What was known, however, is that his children wanted to find their father. Not out of any genuine love mind you, if anything, it all stemmed from pure greed and gluttony. A massive lust for power only Adam’s heart could grant them. That was why he was locked away, and even now nobody could find the whereabouts of the strange lifeform.

The children of Adam were collectively named “The Angels”, each one named after a different divine being from Christian Mythology. None of them looked alike in the slightest, but they all did share one key thing: what was labeled as an S2 engine. Perhaps, if it was destroyed, they would be vanquished. But alas, two years after their advent, mankind wasn’t any closer to getting rid of them.

But that was no excuse for giving up.

******

Enter Dr. Shinigami, a leader when it came to science, and seen as one of mankind’s beacons of hope. A man who had overcome the tragedy of his own daughter’s death to save humanity. If perhaps, at the cost of a bit of his sanity. Studying the Angels was a necessity, but it definitely was not easy. With how diverse they were, each one could very well have taken years to narrow down.

Every easy solution he could think of seemed ruled out for one reason or the next. But perhaps, there was one more thing he could do.

“Watanabe!? Will you fetch me the canisters, if you please?”

Hearing his assistant call his name, a shorter man hastily grappled three barrels and rolled them out to the room next to him. “Right away sir!” He said, trying to use all his arm strength into the steel cans.

“Excellent!” Shinigami cheered, heading towards a locked door behind him, punching in the password before opening the door. Trudging through the freezer's temperature, he pulled out the see-through can filled with an odd liquid. The only parts of an Angel he personally had on standby.

“If we get enough of these, we might just have a shot. Take a rest for now Watanabe, I’ll take it from here!” Said Shinigami, focusing on his work. One he had been trying to complete for nearly a full year, and a remix of his previous work.

An Angel’s blood.

The only one of its kind, found when Gaghiel’s hide was blown apart by some sort of unknown force. The question of what that was was a home to so many conspiracy theories Shinigami got a headache just thinking about it. It wasn’t important in the grander scheme, however. The scales themselves were much more important.

A company by the name of NERV got in contact with the Doctor, hoping he could help create a perfect counter to the Angels. Cybernetic “clones” of them somewhat, complete with pilots at the helm controlling their every move. They were named “Evangelions”, with an Angels strength and none of their flaws. All they needed was a bit of their DNA to complete their blueprints.

Of course, after he was done, he had to find out where the current NERV headquarters even was.

…. Oh well, he’d think about that later. After all, he still needed something to give them to begin with. He took out the blood, and from another container, he pulled out a small piece of bone from the same beast. All that was left to do was merge them back together and put them in a secure place. He’d leave to take it to NERV first thing in the morning.

“Goodness me professor. Nearly three o’clock already?” Wantanabe questioned, looking at the clock. “I guess that’s what happens when you spend all your time working around. Perhaps it’s time you get some rest.”

Shinigami hadn’t even caught the change in time himself. The only thing he knew was the fact he was up by midnight and hadn’t gone back to sleep since. Looking at a mirror, he only just noticed the bags clouding his eyes. Maybe his friend had a point.

“Well, I suppose. Maybe I’ll sleep till seven and get back to work. Is there anything else I’m missing before I call it shuteyes?”

“Only to schedule your meeting with some of the officials sometime next week.” Wantanabe admitted. “But I can do that anyways. Go get your rest, I’m sure everything out here will be fine!”

Simply nodding, the tired doctor wandered into his bedroom, closed the door, and sat down. Whatever adrenaline rush he was in before immediately faded away, and his eyes almost immediately closed shut. He didn’t even bother dressing in his pajamas, knowing he would crash in seconds.

Yet before he did so, he eyed the picture of his daughter. The only family he ever knew for the longest time, and the only still alive. But she was far away now, exploring the stars by her lonesome. Far away from the rest of mankind….

He could only hope she was proud of him now.

Kissing the photo goodnight, he then shut his eyes and drifted to sleep; feeling as if it would last ten whole hours.

In reality, he didn’t even get ten minutes.

******

Tokyo Bay

Fishing on the dock, an elderly man merely enjoyed the lovely afternoon. He whistles while he works, hunting down his quarry and bringing him back to his boss. Still, he was in no rush. He had all the time in the world.

Hooking a worm on the hook, he cast it out to the open sea and watched it disappear into the depths. Humming to himself again, he merely closed his eyes and enjoyed the ocean breeze.

Until it got awfully strong. Too strong in fact, nearly blowing his hat away. Maybe it was just an unusually strong front, he thought. But it continued, and he soon began to notice even odder things. An entire school of fish swimming away from an unknown visitor….

One whose hands raised to the sky like it came from the bowels of hell.

Pitch black, it just barely gave the fishermen any time to run away before it slammed onto the dock, pulling itself up for all to see while simultaneously lifting the boats into the air with its sheer body mass. It was a humanoid beast, a strange “mask” covering its face and carrying long, spindly arms that reached the knees. A red orb layed nestled within its chest, glowing in the sun's ray as it merely stared ahead, emotionless as a corpse.

In mere moments, Tokyo was shadowed by the Covering of God.

Glad you enjoyed my trailer, and yours is looking great. Looking forward to it

HillyHulk · Post by **HillyHulk** » Sun Nov 17, 2024 1:46 pm

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