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| Jack da King | Jun 6 2008, 09:04 PM Post #1 |
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This is a new project that I (your newest recruit) am writing. It will be insanely long, I'm sorry to say, and I will open a seperate topic for those who wish to give me feedback on how I'm doing, like at Toho Kingdom. This will be broken up into Stories, which are broken up into chapters. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 6 2008, 09:20 PM Post #2 |
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Godzilla: Chaos Story 1: Battle of the Reptiles Chapter 1: The Islands 70 million years ago, the world was a very different place. All over the world, massive creatures called dinosaurs ruled the Earth. In North America, specifically, there were terrifying carnivores like the tyrannosaur, Albertosaurus, and formidable plant eaters like Euoplocephalus. But in these ancient times, there was something else. An ancient continent. A lost continent. Atlantis was only 750 miles off the western coast of the United States. It was also a changing land, where dramatic seismic shifts were slowly coving the far western side of the landmass with ocean. Naturally, with it being so close to land, Atlantis was regularly found by life-forms lost at sea. But there were only two large species that were lucky enough to land pregnant females here, and therefore colonize the place: Albertosaurus and Euoplocephalus. The two Dinosaur species quickly took over the shrinking continent, and by 65 million years ago, they were ready, in their secluded land, to survive the mass extinction. Being the only two big animals on the continent (by 50 million years ago, smaller than Australia), they immediately began a predator-prey evolutionary arms race. And so, they got bigger. Albertosaurus, by 35 million years ago, topped 45 feet long, bigger even than a Tyrannosaur. Euoplocephalus matched this size increase, and developed several adaptations to protect itself from the predators, such as a spiky carapace and, despite still being a herbivore, sharp teeth and claws. As the two monsters topped out at over 70 feet long each at 15 million years ago, they became new creatures altogether: Gojirasaurus (descendant of Albertosaurus) and Angilasaurus (descendant of Euoplocephalus). But there was a problem: the animals were getting bigger, but their habitat (Atlantis) was getting smaller. By 7 million years ago, Atlantis’ shrinking was putting the Gojirasaurus and Angilasaurus in endangerment. Thankfully, both species were actually fine swimmers due to the fact that Atlantis was crisscrossed with rivers, and they could swim very long distances because of their impressive size. Because the Eastern side of Atlantis was now highly Volcanic, they fled to the North, West and South. Those who went North and South did not reach land quick enough in the vast might of the Pacific, and died. But a few small groups of survivors reached a series of Islands around what is now Japan: Ogaswara Island, Lagos Island, Solgell Island, and Letchi Island. The surviving colonies on Ogaswara, Solgell and Letchi soon died out, not being big enough to maintain a new species. However, at Lagos Island, enough had survived to leave, by the modern day, 1 Gojirasaurus and 2 Angilasaurus’ left. Edited by Jack da King, Jul 1 2008, 11:33 PM.
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| Jack da King | Jun 6 2008, 09:42 PM Post #3 |
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Chapter 2: War 1944. Lagos Island. The sound of gunfire tore through the primeval jungle, and bullet-holes ripped through the fronds of primitive, broad-leafed cycads. An explosion rang out, sending up a shower of dust, smoke and fire. Soldiers sprinted through the undergrowth, ducking low to avoid hostile fire. A trio of Japanese soldiers stopped running, ducking below the foliage to catch their breath. “We’re getting killed here!” screamed one of the low-ranking infantry, his voice ringing with panic. His superior, Lieutenant Shindo, looked down on him with surprising calm on his face. “You worry too much” he said smoothly. “I’ll get us out of this”. And he charged out from cover. Leaning around a massive fig tree, the Lieutenant discharged his weapon into the oncoming enemies: American soldiers. For the year is 1944, and Japan is battling America in the second phase of World War II, the War in The Pacific. The two American soldiers fell, but the battle was still raging on. As he sprinted through the thicket, Shindo saw one of his own compatriots fall to the machine gun fire of the enemies. The murderer in question was quickly fragged in return. As Shindo continued, he was forced to take cover behind a large boulder from the barrage of gunfire lain down by two American soldiers. Then, he noticed something clattering to his feet: a grenade. Shindo leapt away as quickly as possible, but the explosion was too fast, and Shindo fell unconscious. Shindo woke up to cold and darkness, and the echoing sound of a drip of water. He was in a cave. The rest of his platoon was there as well…or what was left of his platoon, anyway. seven men. That was it. When he wondered why they were in a cave, he realized with a jolt of humiliation: we’re hiding. We’re hiding like cowards. As he sat up, the other soldiers moved over to him. “Lieutenant! Are you okay?” “I’ve been better. What’s the situation?” The soldier in the front replied “We were overrun. They had more reinforcements than we thought. We took cover in this cave, and decided we’d wait here until you came to. You always have a plan. I don’t think they saw us come in, so we should be safe here for now”. “I see. Any Injured?” “No, sir”. “Very well” Shindo finished, as he clambered to his feet. Shindo was thinking quickly. He could see only one way out. “How many men do you think are out there?” The soldier thought for a moment before responding. “At least twenty. They had quite a few”. At this, Shindo said “All right. We have one option”. He sighed. “Men…you’re all going to die”. There wasn’t too much shock at this; apparently they had been expecting it. Shindo continued: “Therefore, our hand is forced. Take 5 minutes to get ready. Then we charge, and make a last stand. It’s that, or stay pinned down here until we run out of supplies. 5 minutes”. 5 minutes later. The U.S. soldiers stood ready in a large clearing, twenty-three of them. One of them was aside beneath a large fern, taking a break to sit down. Then he noticed something odd. A pond. Odd area for a pond, he thought. They were in the highlands, the hills. Standing up, he went to investigate. The pond wasn’t very big, only about 2 feet deep, and some 8 feet in diameter. Strange shape, too. One side was rather rounded, but the other side terminated in three long points. Before the soldier could investigate further, he heard gunfire. Gripping his gun tightly, he ran back to join the fight, leaving the footprint behind. Bullets whizzed and men screamed as the last stand commenced, the Japanese boldly charging through the trees, gun blazing wildly, hearts pounding. Shindo saw as one of the Japanese soldiers was taken out by several shots right to the chest. Shouting in rage, Shindo unloaded his gun on the enemies, until gunshots were replaced by rapid clicking, and he dropped the machine gun and drew forth a 9mm pistol, with which he rapidly pumped 3 rounds into an American’s chest. Suddenly, the fight paused momentarily. All the soldiers, Japanese and American alike, stopped shooting to look around. They had all heard it: A long, loud, unearthly howl that rang out in low, reverberating tones. Edited by Jack da King, Jul 1 2008, 11:34 PM.
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| Jack da King | Jun 7 2008, 12:57 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter 3: Dinosaur Clash Trees came crashing down and the ground shook. Shindo saw and American scream as he was crushed by a falling tree. A huge creature stood high above the trees, looking around and sniffing the air. It was wreathed in grayish skin, wrinkled like an elephant’s. It had a stocky body, it’s back covered in an armored carapace covered in small spikes. The monster’s long, spiky tail swooshed through the trees knocking several over with loud crashes. The four-fingered hands ended in sharp, curving talons, and a spiny mass of bone tipped it’s tail. The creature’s massive head possessed long, crocodilian jaws lined with razor-like teeth and a pair of sharp tusks, and the back of the head was crowned with curving spikes. The small, beady eyes burned with rage. The Angilasaur roared again, a long, echoing moaning sound. At that, the beast slammed down onto all four legs and began ripping into the jungle, searching for the humans. Machine gun fire rang out as the fleeing soldiers on both sides fled, firing wildly at the massive creature. But the tiny bullets just smacked into it’s elephantine skin, then fell to the ground. One of the surviving Japanese threw a fragmentation grenade at the monster’s feet, and the resulting explosion created a charred black burn on the monster’s foot. The Angilasaur moaned in pain, but kept advancing, ripping into the foliage, slaughtering an American soldier with it’s claws, then trampling a Japanese underfoot. Then, the Angilasaur suddenly stopped it’s advance, and started sniffing the air. Out of nowhere, a second roar boomed forth, this one much more high-pitched and metallic. The Angilasaur spun around, it’s tail whipping into a grove of ginkgos and toppling them in the way of the retreating troops. The Angilasaur looked around lividly, scanning the jungle for the source of the noise. And there it was, striding out into the open. The Gojirasaur looked like a standard therapod dinosaur, with the large head, small arms, and kangaroo body shape, but much bigger, at 75 feet long, and a bit more bulky, with sharp teeth and four clawed fingers on either hand. The Gojirasaur roared again, and the Angilasaur’s aggression peaked. On all fours, the spiky dinosaur charged across the flattened area of the jungle, casing the ground to tremble, then reared up upon coming in close, and slashed it’s sharp claws across the enemy’s shoulders. Blood spilled and the Gojirasaurus howled in pain, a loud shrieking sound. The predator was quick to respond, slamming it’s head into the Angilasaur’s chest. The plant eater was knocked onto it’s back and robbed of breath by the attack. As it staggered back to it’s feet, somewhat dazed, it would make sure that that wouldn’t happen again. The beasts met head on in a fury of claws and teeth. Their mouths latched onto each other’s shoulders, the sharp teeth digging in, as well as the Angilasaur’s tusks, and their claws slashed across each other’s bodies. Abandoning their escape attempts, the soldiers were transfixed on the event before them, and could only stare as the titans tore repeatedly into each other. Soon, each monster staggered backward, examining the other. They circled around, each waiting for the other to make the fist move. Finally, the Angilasaur flexed it’s legs and pounced. The Saurian beast hurdled though the air, claws bared, towards the Gojirasaur. But the opposing therapod was more than ready, and it leapt aside, causing the Angilasaur to crash headfirst into a large clump of trees. The Gojirasaur wasted no time pressing it’s advantage, and lunged forth, snapping his jaws around the Angilasaur’s spiky tail. Though the spikes made painful wounds inside the Gojirasaur’s mouth, the sharp teeth digging in incited a yelp of pain and surprise from the meat-eater’s prey. Letting go of the tail, the Gojirasaur began to stalk around the weak opponent, hungrily eyeing the Angilasaur with a predatory walk. Finally, just before the herbivore could rise to keep fighting, the Gojirasaur lunged forward and kicked it’s foe in the side, drawing blood with it’s claws. As the Angilasaur wailed in pain, the carnivore kicked again, slashing more cuts into it’s foe. The Angilasaur again tried to rise, but the Gojirasaur stomped on it’s spiky carapace, and (ignoring the pain from the spikes) punted it back into the ground. Then, the Angilasaur rolled over onto it’s back, and quickly clambered to it’s feet, only to have the Gojirasaur quickly lurch inward and sink it’s teeth into it’s foe’s neck. The Angilasaur struggled for a moment before the Gojirasaur pulled backward hard, completely ripping the other dinosaur’s throat out. In a shower of blood, the Angilasaur collapsed and lay twitching and bleeding profusely on the ground. The Gojirasaurus stood tall, victorious. With a vicious, echoing roar, it then proceeded to finish what the Angilasaur started. Turning towards the soldiers, it growled menacingly. They didn’t need to think hard for what it meant by this, and soon they were being pursued through the jungle by this tropical tyrant. The monster thundered along behind them, tearing through mighty trees and thick underbrush. Leaning down, it snapped it’s jaws shut on one of the American soldiers. They continued to run, blindly firing their weapons behind them, hoping to at least slow the dinosaur down. Each one, Japanese and American alike, could feel a horrible sense of incoming dread. They all felt death knocking. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 7 2008, 02:20 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 4: Fight or Flight The mixed men, 4 Japanese and 9 Americans left, sprinted out onto the soft, white sands of a beach. Ready to put the nightmares of Lagos Island behind them, the Americans waved and yelled to their battleship, which was waiting out at sea. The Japanese could tell that would certainly not be guests there, so Lieutenant Shindo yelled “This way, men!” and led them into the palms. Soon, the thundering footsteps heralded the massive Gojirasaur’s approach to the bright beach. The American soldiers, panicking, started wading into the shallows, when common sense would have told them that this was a very bad idea. The Gojirasaur howled and made to pursue, but at that moment, a sound like an explosion rang out, and a cannon blast struck the beach next to the Gojirasaur, throwing up a flurry of smoke and hot sand. The dinosaur whirled around, looking for the source of the blast. Back on the American battleship, the guns flashed again, and a second projectile launched towards the beach. This one whizzed right past the monster’s head, causing it to shake it’s head in surprise, alarm, and panic. A third shot rang out, and this one hit it’s target. Blood gushed profusely from the Gojirasaur’s chest, as a huge wound was torn into it. A mix of sound and blood shot from the Gojirasaur’s mouth as it wailed in agony. The fourth blast was another miss, hitting one of the palm trees the Japanese were hiding, which exploded into a burst of flaming wood. The men leapt away as the flaming chunks fell into the brush. On the Battleship’s part, more bombing was not necessary. The dinosaur fell on it’s side, coughing up disturbingly large quantities of blood. As lifeboats came out to pick the Americans up, the Gojirasaur struggled weakly to it’s feet. It screeched at the fleeing soldiers, it’s voice gargling in it’s own blood, and made to pursue them, but just staggered weakly and fell again. Soon, on the battleship, the Americans would be pleading for their superiors to believe them as they recounted the story of the first dinosaur, all fangs and spikes, that attacked their garrison, and the second, the bulky carnivore, which attacked the spike-monster. They would tell of the second monster’s victory, and how they were forced to flee as the new dinosaur, even faster and fiercer, chased them to the beach. The cannon-operators would confirm that there had been something large chasing their men on that beach, and that they had shot it down. All in all, the attempt to secure Lagos Island would be declared a failure, and the report on the attack would make use of the phrases “hard to explain” and “quite a mystery”. The Japanese men strode out from their hiding place, toward the wounded Gojirasaur. It lay on the white sands as the afternoon sun began burning down into twilight, the white surface of the beach mingling with deep, scarlet blood. It looked up awkwardly as they approached, but it was too weak to hold up it’s heavy head. Out of the 4 men left, Lieutenant Shindo reached the monster first, looking down on it with a mixture of respect and pity in hi eyes. As the rest of his men came up around, he began to speak. “This monster, this dinosaur”, none of the men looked skeptical after what they had seen, “was the king of this Island. And now he is here, humbled, dying on this beach. He died fighting bravely to the end. He also saved our lives in that jungle. Those Americans would have slaughtered us like pigs. With his sacrifice, those of us who are left may go home to our families.” he turned back to the reptile, before finishing with “Thank you, great dinosaur. There is nothing we can do for you. We hope that your wounds heal well, and that you survive to hunt the Island once more”. With that, the soldiers turned and left. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 8 2008, 03:44 AM Post #6 |
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Chapter 5: Cataclysmic Event 1949 Lagos Island The Gojirasaur stalked silently through the dark, thick canopy of the ancient forest, sniffing out it’s prey. 5 years after the battle on Lagos, the Gojirasaur was fully healed, and back to normal. He now stalked in pursue of the last Angilasaurus. Living on an Island with so little prey, Lagos Gojirasaurs had become well adapted to living for years on end without food. Even here, the Gojirasaur finally hunted again after five years without food. Up ahead, the Gojirasaurus could smell and hear it’s quarry. The Angilasaur was grazing quietly on fern fronds, not paying the hidden carnivore any mind. As the Gojirasaur quietly crept closer, his muscles flexed, ready to pounce. His jaws opened slightly, ready to attack, showing off rows of razor-sharp fangs laced with necklaces of saliva. His neck muscles flexed in preparation, ready to deliver the bone-crushing twist of a bite that Tyrannosaurs were so well know for. His predatory, binocular vision zeroed in on the Angilasaur’s neck, no doubt a weak spot. His serrated teeth were ready to slice through soft tissue, sever arteries, and even break bones. He was the perfect killing machine. And the Angilasaur had the poor luck to be it’s prey. As the sun beat down, and Cicadas buzzed, a false sense of calm was created. A sense about to be broken. The trees that the Gojirasaur had hidden behind were quickly torn away as the destructive monster lunged forth, teeth bared. The Angilasaurus was surprised, and the Gojirasaur sank it’s sabre-like teeth into the Angilasaur’s shoulder. Tendons and strands of muscle were slashed in half and blood poured out, as the predator sank it’s teeth into the prey’s shoulder. As the Angilasaur wailed in surprise and pain, it failed to notice a streak of orange light tearing across the vivid blue sky. The Angilasaur tore violently away, freeing itself but worsening the wound. As the Angilasaur lurched forward to attack in response with it’s own fangs, the burning fireball in the sky drew still closer. Now it was visible: long, sleek and silver, the object left behind a trail of searing flames, which dissipated into plumes of white smoke. The tail of the structure was adorned with four stabilizing fins, and the whole object had a rather ominous feeling to it’s approach. Inscribed on the side was a small symbol; a black circle with a trio of yellow trapezoids erupting from the center. It was a biohazard sign. And it was headed strait for the dead center of the Island. The Gojirasaur had just kicked the Angilasaur backwards when the dueling beasts suddenly looked up; needless to say, they were shocked to see a nuclear bomb inbound on their location. The missile was only a couple hundred yards up now, and there was nothing that they could do. The feuding dinosaurs turned to run in separate directions, and the missile’s trajectory was clear: a nearby clump of fircus trees. As the missile was only seconds away from striking, the Gojirasaur turned to look at it. In an instant, time seemed to freeze. The Gojirasaurus could count the flies in the air as they flew wildly away from the insane heat given off by the missile. Time seemed to be in slow motion, everything moving with a sluggish velocity. The Angilasaur was bolting away as quickly as possible, but to the Gojirasaur, it seemed so slow… like he would take hours to reach his destination. The Gojirasaur saw the missile, creeping towards the treetops, heating up with every second, already giving off miniscule amounts of radiation. Then, something strange happened. The Gojirasaur left the real world for a moment. He saw things, strange things. He saw a three-headed, winged snake, marvelous and gold…he saw himself, but made of shining metal, with cold, heartless eyes…he saw several images of a vast landscape, a forest of grey, stone blocks, always followed by a burst of blue light, and then the strange, grey towers would fall, burning…and in these strange visions, everything seemed so much smaller…then, there was the final vision, a horrible one of a huge, crystalline tyrant, swathed in greenish light, summoning forth gleaming white rocks… Then the missile struck, and the life of Godzilla began… |
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| Jack da King | Jun 8 2008, 02:53 PM Post #7 |
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Chapter 6: Nuclear Fire Everything was in chaos. Flames shot throughout the forest, spreading deadly radiation. Timber fell and crashed, and atomic shockwaves tore through the area, leveling foliage and further unleashing radiation. The Angilasaur had leapt into a lake just as the missile struck, and was blasted further into the water by the shockwave. Under the surface, it twisted in pain as unnatural changes wracked it’s body. Back on land, meanwhile, the Gojirasaur was undergoing an even more fatal battle. The therapod rushed through the burning forests, it’s footsteps shaking the ground. A nearby burst of nuclear flames exploded outward, and the Gojirasaur was forced to dive aside. However, the flames continued to spread, and a sudden explosion caused a burning branch to soar through the air before grazing right across the dinosaur’s back, leaving behind a noticeable cut. But deep within the wound, on a microscopic level, tiny, single-celled organisms were gathering together. These “Organizer Cells”, which resembled tri-forked bacterium, got to work, pulling damaged cells back together, and replacing missing ones with exact duplicates. Within seconds, the wound had healed. These amazing cells are actually a hive-minded colony of organisms that have dwelled inside the Gojirasaur’s body it’s entire life. Called “Organizer G-1”, this sentient collective was an evolutionary symbiosis developed as a defensive mechanism to protect the Gojirasaur’s from their dangerous life cycles. Even now, dangerous radiation molecules were entering the predator’s body from all around, but the Organizer G-1 was transforming these from potentially lethal mutagens into helpful agents designed to cause a forced evolution… Back out in the flames, the Gojirasaur continued to sprint for a hope of escape; if it could just reach the ocean. Then, suddenly, a horrible, excruciating pain shot through it’s spine. The Gojirasaur howled in pain and rage; it’s spine seemed to be undergoing dramatic structural changes. The Gojirasaur began leaning backward to roar to the sky, and was surprised as this eased the pain. The Gojirasaur looked around, and saw a whole new prospective. It was standing fully erect. It’s hips, legs and spine had re-engineered themselves to allow the Gojirasaur an upright stance. But there was no time to further examine, as the flames were drawing still nearer. A sudden burst of fire grazed the Gojirasaur’s back with flames. While Organizer G-1 immediately repaired the burns, the radiation brought in was being converted into more helpful mutations. The Gojirasaur continued to move as fast as possible through what was left of the jungle, but was surprised as it looked at it’s own tail; where a small row of jagged bumps made of bone were growing forth. Suddenly, there was a massive burst of fire just below the monster’s feet, and the flames licked upward around his body, charring his skin. But as Organizer G-1, stimulated by the radiation, quickly regenerated his skin, it did not regain it’s previous color, but maintained the charred, grey coloration. Totally consumed in radiation, the beast screeched as a number of mutations wracked it’s body, and it was consumed by unconsciousness. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 10 2008, 12:14 AM Post #8 |
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Chapter 7: The Mutation The darkness was melding away. The Gojirasaur could barely see. Everything was a blur: what had happened? Everything around him was flat, empty, ashen. As the Gojirasaur got up, it had a newfound instinct: to get up with it’s arms. It obliged, placing the palms of it’s much more dexterous, four-fingered hands on the ground, then pushing down to get up. The monster staggered a bit and peered into the clouds of ash surrounding it. He felt good…powerful, but scared. confuseed. He lurched into the ashes lumbering forward blindly, looking for some way to see what made him feel so different. The list of new sensations was endless: he could feel something new on his back, and heard the sound of bone clattering together there. His tail felt longer, and when he chanced a look at it, he saw that it looked long and powerful, studded with little bone bumps on top. He stood more erect, and had stockier, more powerful legs. But strangest of all, was an odd, tingling sensation coming from what felt like a new organ contained within his back. Then he had a thought: the lake. There were several lakes on Lagos Island. One was his favorite. It had always been crystal clear, like glass. Even ripples had seemed weaker on it’s smooth surface. But the Gojirasaur’s favorite thing about that lake was that whenever he looked in, he saw himself, staring right back. He loved watching the reflection mimic his own movements. Now, he could use it to his advantage. All he would have to do would be to find the lake and look inside. Then he would get an answer. There it was, up ahead. The lake. He stomped heavily over to it, and peered in, but all he saw was the ashes clogging the water. Taken aback, the Gojirasaur began to patrol the edge of the water, looking for a cleat spot. Finally, he found one; a spot where the water was clear enough to view his own reflection. He lumbered over, and gazed in. He was shocked to see his new body: His skin was now deep, almost blackish grey (he knew this was not the ash, which he had already shaken off), his chest was thick and robust. His eyes were evil and cruel, and he had two rows of fangs in his mouth. But the biggest surprise yet came at the top of his head, where a small, lighter grey row of bumps began. The row ran down the back of his head, growing bigger and more jagged as they grew down, until they had, reaching his lower neck, become jagged, silver spines. They continued to grow along down his back, giving his a unique, fearsome look. The spines reached their peak in size just above his hips, where they were in three rows and stuck out as far as his torso was thick. At that, they began to shrink down again to a tiny row of bumps running down to the tip of his tail. But the biggest difference was the scale of the lake to the dinosaur. He gazed out across it’s filthy, ash-choked surface, and could see by his view of the other bank…the lake was smaller. No…he was bigger. And much bigger, at that. He gazed down at the ground… he was much bigger. Massive, in fact. In the last few hours, his life had changed so dramatically, his home destroyed, his body changed…everything had changed. He had felt hungry when he woke up, but no longer. In fact, Organizer G-1 had actually absorbed the lingering radiation levels further, and converted them into a food source, fueling Godzilla limitlessly as long as he stayed on what was left of Lagos Island. And indeed, he would. Looking upward, the monster unleashed a howl of anger and despair. Godzilla had been born. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 10 2008, 06:02 AM Post #9 |
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Chapter 8: Anguirus 1954 Lagos Island For a further 5 years, Godzilla dwelled on Lagos Island. He needed no food; the radiation fueled him. He had returned to the lake that the Angilasaur has plunged into and had found that rock from a destroyed mountain had buried the lake in tons of broken stone. Godzilla had little to do on the Island; but he had developed a strange new liking for destruction. He spent most of his time leveling the towering rock structures across the Island. No matter how often he did this, he never got tired of it. But something else had changed. Often, he would feel something inside. Something else, like a different mindset. He could feel it writhing around inside, yearning to get out. Several times it almost did, and Godzilla was tempted to let it. These few times, he felt unbearable power welling up inside of him. The new organ, concealed just below his dorsal spines, tingled with rage, and sometimes, he saw a flash of blue light dart across the ashen landscape. But always, Godzilla feared this power, and suppressed it. He had a deep feeling that finally embracing this power would set him on a set-in-stone destiny of cruelty, war, pain, and chaos. He did not want this to happen. One sunny day, in 1954, Godzilla stood in the blank, desolate, rocky landscape near the pile of rocks under which the old Angilasaur’s skeleton surely sat. He contemplated the Angilasaur…his old enemy. He remembered how, in the years following the death of the Angilasaur’s mate, it had always sought a confrontation. But the naïve Gojirasaur had never responded in kind. Godzilla often pondered how easy it would be to kill the Angilasaur now, with his newfound power…that power… Godzilla’s head snapped upward. It was coming again…the power, the rage, the chaos…he couldn’t control it. After 5 years, it was finally going to break out! A brilliant, radiant, silvery-blue light flashed briefly across the whitish spines adorning Godzilla’s back, then returned, glowing brighter than the sun… Godzilla could feel the organ in his back pulsing wildly as it fed radioactivity into his spines to be converted into powerful, radioactive plasma, then fed it back through the organ into Godzilla’s windpipe. A bright, shimmering ball of neon blue plasma manifested in the back of Godzilla’s throat. Godzilla knew he couldn’t cold it in, he had to unleash it. Opening his mouth, Godzilla let the blast gush forth into a stream of radiation, heat, and kinetic force that tore into the pile of rocks before him. A huge plume of fire shot up, and several chunks of rock were tossed away, cracked, burning. The gushing river of what looked like pure light continued to burn into the mountain face, until Godzilla finally died down his power. Smoke, black with a bluish tint, poured up into the sky, coming off of Godzilla’s spines. Where the mysterious beam had struck, A deep, burnt crater was dug in, and the rock was cracked. But something was wrong. The cracks were becoming wider, and snaking outward. The ground trembled, and the rock began crumbling away. Godzilla took a surprised step backward, looking down as the rocks were broken away from within. A massive hole appeared within the stone. From this hole, there came a deep, reverberating, echoing cry. Godzilla knew he had heard it before, but it took him a moment to remember where. A dusty figure was rising from the rock, and as it shook itself off, Godzilla could do no more than stare in disbelief. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 12 2008, 02:13 AM Post #10 |
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Chapter 9: We Meet Again The Angilasaurus was mutated, but not to the same extent. It shared Godzilla’s massive size, but other than that, morphological changes were scarce. The monster’s tusks were a bit longer, and the spikes covering the creature’s back armor were sharper, and more jagged. Perhaps the most unusual change was the creature’s tail club, or lack thereof. Angilasaurus, like other Ankylosaurs, had a mass of bone tipping it’s tail for defense. This mutation did not. But there was one thing that told Godzilla that this creature was the same one that Godzilla had killed the mate of 10 years ago, that Godzilla had tried to kill 5 years ago: the uncontained rage burning in it’s eyes. It was Anguirus. As soon as Anguirus had come to grips with who was standing before it (he could tell it was his old foe), he showed no mercy. So the mutant dinosaur hurtled forward with all of his might towards Godzilla. The fanged, tusked behemoth was ready to settle an old score. Godzilla was too surprised to react as Anguirus struck him full force, and sank his teeth into Godzilla’s shoulder. The wound itself was no too painful, but when Godzilla tried to shake his enemy off, Anguirus only closed his jaws tighter. As Godzilla slashed his claws against the spiked beast’s shoulders, he drew blood, but only encouraged his ancient foe’s wrath. But Anguirus’s rage could not be contained, and he desired to inflict as much pain as possible on Godzilla., so he dragged his long tusks and fangs downward, carving massive chasms of flesh that flowed forth with fountains of scarlet blood. Splattered with blood, Anguirus stepped back (rather pleased with himself) and examined the damage. Godzilla cried with pain for a moment, but Organizer G-1 was already at work. Quickly, the bleeding ceased, and the deep, ragged cuts across Godzilla’s torso began to close. Anguirus’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to go on the attack again. As Anguirus lunged forward, Godzilla burned with fury from the damage he had taken. The power was struggling to escape…but as Anguirus hurtled forth, Godzilla reflexively turned to defend himself, and, via instinct, his tail lashed out and struck Anguirus right in the gut. Winded, the reptile fell back onto the ground, struck hard by the thick mass of muscle and bone. But he was immediately back on his feet and hostile. Lowering his head, Anguirus charged forward, aiming to ram his skull into Godzilla’s chest. But now, Godzilla’s mind was in combat mode. He moved to the side, and as Anguirus rushed past, Godzilla grabbed his head and flung him with extra force. The momentum of the throw combined with that of the charge, and Anguirus hurtled headfirst into a pile of rocks that crumbled down around him. Now, Godzilla could no longer contain his wrath. His dorsal spines flared up with a bluish glow, and rippling, atomic plasma centered in his mouth. After a second or so of gathering power, Godzilla spat a beam of pure, destructive radiation. The landscape lit up a vibrant blue, and the blast struck Anguirus’s stunned body. Anguirus could be heard screaming out in pain from within the inferno. As the blast died down and the flames cleared, Godzilla examined Anguirus. The reptile was unconscious, lying with his mouth hanging open, with his shoulder horribly burnt and scarred. Stepping back, Godzilla grasped his victory. Throwing back his head, he released his long, high-pitched, echoing screech, but this time, it ended with a deep, reverberating bass tone. He turned and looked out over the horizon. There was nothing left for him here. A distant land called to him. He felt it; a sense of purpose, a world that needed him… and so, with another roar, he headed down to the coast, waded into the ocean, and fell beneath the waves. A long swim was ahead. Godzilla’s limitless power was about to be unleashed on mankind. He had evolved from a harmless dinosaur to an engine of destruction. What, or who, could stop him? |
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| Jack da King | Jun 14 2008, 04:44 PM Post #11 |
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Chapter 10: Dr. Serizawa Deep beneath the sewers of Tokyo, something deadly was about to be unleashed. The long, dark, grimy tunnel was home to rats that scurried about their short, pointless lives. The rats parted ways from a light shone by an unusual guest to the area: a beautiful young Japanese woman, gripping a flashlight and slowly making her way down the tunnel, guided by the concentrated beam of light. She looked down in disgust as the rodents sprinted past; once she was even forced to shift her foot to avoid the path of one hungry rat. “God, I hate it down here”, she said to herself, her voice surprisingly soft and kind by nature, even when masked by a tone of hatred for the venue. “Why did he have to pick the damn sewer, of all places?!” Up ahead, as she rounded the bend (an engagement ring flashing on her finger), she saw it: The steel door, completely innocuous, just another part of the sewer to the untrained eye…She approached, her hand extended, and she touched the cold metal. She stood momentarily, one hand against the flat of the door, the other gripping her flashlight, pondering her fiancé’s odd personality…why did he need such privacy? He was a brilliant man, sure, but what could he have invented that he needed to hide away from the world. He had said he was on the verge of a breakthrough… With a push, the young woman opened the door, and stepped into the relatively dry corridor leading towards her groom-too-be’s laboratory. At the end, she came to an antechamber lit by a single, small, flickering overhead light. She looked forward against the ahead wall, and saw the next door. This one was clearly better built, meant to keep people out. Very foreboding. Beyond, she could hear noise. Reaching out with the hand not holding the flashlight, she knocked on the metal, resulting in a loud clanging that split the near-silence apart. “Emiko?” said a voice from the other side of the door. “Is that you?” “It’s me, Daisuke” Emiko answered. He Fiancé, Dr. Daisuke Serizawa, opened the door. A rather dirty, pale, poorly kempt man in his mid 30’s, Dr. Serizawa’s most notable feature was his missing eye, covered by a black eye patch, pirate-style. The two kissed briefly and greeted each other, but then, Emiko became suddenly stern. “Now why did you call me down here? You said you had made an important breakthrough in your work”. “Oh, but I have! Quickly, then, come in!”. They entered the lab: A room about the size of a mansion’s dining room, full of cobwebbed machinery and dusty vials of mysterious liquids; it looked like something out of a Frankenstein movie. Dr. Serizawa walked in, looking over his shoulder as if afraid of being followed, and shut the door behind Emiko. In the corner of the room sat something that looked rather out-of-place, that Emiko was sure wasn’t here before: a large, green fish tank filled with tropical fish. “Okay” she said, brushing off the bizarre sight, “now what kind of breakthrough have you made?” Dr. Serizawa looked up at her for a moment, than said “Why, I believe I may have made some kind of weapon. Tell me, Emiko, have you ever heard of something called Micro-Oxygen?” |
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| Jack da King | Jun 15 2008, 08:21 PM Post #12 |
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Chapter 11: The Oxygen Destroyer Emiko sighed. “No, but I have a feeling I’m about to”. He continued, as If he had not heard the sarcasm. “It’s a marvelous chemical. A combination of volatile acids and toxins, that’s totally neutralized by extreme cold. In the air, it causes your garden-variety explosion. Underwater, it works more like acid, only very fast acting and easier to control. And I have put this substance into an object that I believe can control it perfectly, converting into a devastating stream of destructive, toxic chemicals. I call it the Oxygen Destroyer”. At this, he gestured to something sitting on a desk: a 3 foot tall, glass cylinder, containing a tiny silver sphere held there by two long rods that went into the metal on the ends. It was hooked up by several wires and tubes that led to a large computer-like machine, about 6 feet tall, sitting on the floor, tipped with what looked like a gun barrel. “Isn’t it marvelous?” he inquired as she studied the machine. “And now that you’re here, we can test it!” he finished. “Test it? On what?” she asked. He pointed to the fish tank. “Here we go!” he said as he hooked up a long, rubber hose to the barrel-like extension, then put the other end of the hose in the fish tank. The fish swarmed around it curiously, wondering what the odd thing that entered their realm was. As Dr. Serizawa went back to the Oxygen Destroyer, Emiko spoke. “Daisuke…are you sure this is safe?” “Of course, my love, of course…there is nothing to be worried about”. Still, Emiko took a step back. She was beginning to wonder: Why was he so obsessed in making a weapon? After flipping a few switches, Dr. Serizawa said, with a rather excited voice, “Now! It’s starting!” Indeed, the Oxygen Destroyer was now making low, crackling noises. The silver substance in the sphere was draining away, shooting down one of the rods into the connector to the wiring. Inside the tank, bubbles were beginning to appear randomly throughout the water. With increasing rapidity, more and more bubbles rose up, turning the tank into a boiling, frothing mess. Soon, the silver Micro-Oxygen was gone, and the bubbles began dissipating. The fake scenery put in for the fish was a thin layer of gray goop at the bottom of the tank, and the fish were but skeletons. Emiko shrieked and clapped her hands to her mouth, shocked at what she was seeing. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Dr. Serizawa was saying. “A perfect weapon! A cheap, easily usable explosive on land, a powerful acid in the water. Perfect!”. But Emiko was not sharing his insane smile. “Daisuke…isn’t this a bit dangerous? I mean, yes, you’ve created sort of an “ultimate weapon”, but is that really a good thing?” Dr. Serizawa’s smile vanished. He then said, rather angrily, “Of course it’s a good thing, why wouldn’t it be?” “Now, please, Daisuke, don’t overreact, but what if the world isn’t quite ready for this? What if you’ve overstepped your boundaries?” Now, Dr. Serizawa was definitely looking angry. “Emiko, you don’t understand, do you? The world needs to advance, to go forward! The Oxygen Destroyer is deadly, yes, but is that not the point of a weapon?” Now it was Emiko’s turn to get angry. “No, Daisuke, it’s you who doesn’t understand! You’ve gone too far! The Oxygen Destroyer is too strong!” And with that, she turned and opened the door. “Just think about what I’ve said, Daisuke!” and she left. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 16 2008, 04:42 AM Post #13 |
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Chapter 12: Mike Lendriks Deep within the Pacific Ocean, a long, reptilian figure swam forth, crocodile-like. It had feral eyes and a series of jagged spines on it’s back. Godzilla continued towards the ahead destination. In just a few days, he would reach Japan. As he swam onward, something else, equally large, it’s wounds being healed by the soothing, cold water, tailed the massive dinosaur. Already mostly recovered, Anguirus pursued his enemy. In the city of Tokyo, lights began to seem brighter as the sunlight dimmed down. The evening sky would have been dotted with stars in any natural part of the world, but the city lights glared and made the distant suns invisible. Over Tokyo Bay, an airplane swung low, the pilot scanning for the airport. As the craft came lower, landing gear extended, one passenger was destined to be a witness to one of the most eventful days in history. The passenger plane came down, driving along the blacktop, losing momentum all the time. As it finally stopped, the passengers filed out into the airport, relieved to be getting fresh air and decent exercise for the first time in hours. One man looked somewhat out-of-place: dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, the American stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the crowd. Michael Lendriks stretched and looked around, before heading over to the help desk to figure out where to go for his luggage. “Um…hello?” he said to the Japanese woman, quite lovely with blond highlights in her hair. “Do you speak English?” To his relief, she smiled and said, quite clearly, “Yes.” “Uh, hi. My name’s Mike Lendriks, and I was wondering where to pick up my stuff?” “Of course” she said as she typed. “First time in Japan?” “Ah, no, third. I’m a journalist. International politics, you know”. “I see…” after the brief introduction, she got the area for his luggage, and, after retrieving it, he searched for a phone book to find a decent hotel. It was 9:48 by the time Mike Lendriks checked into his hotel, tired and ready for an early night. As he set up his temporary home, and got ready for bed, the talkative man couldn’t shake off the bad feeling that something was going to go wrong on this trip. He had had this feeling ever since the day when his boss had walked into his office and given him the assignment. Still, he didn’t think anything of it. Hid fear of some kind of chaotic happening was pushed out of his mind by his increasing boredom with his job. Five years back, when an eager, young Mike Lendriks got first jump on an amazing story about unauthorized testing in the south pacific, and was offered a job by one of the top international news companies in the world, he had thought he would be getting the same breed of story. He was wrong. Ever since getting the job, it had been constant traveling, crappy pay, no advancement, and stories about as interesting as a number 2 pencil. And he was getting sick of it. In fact, when he got back, he would put a permanent end to it! His mind was made up; when he returned too America, the first thing he would do would be to ask for a pay raise, and threaten to quit if they refused. Finally, he would be taking control of his life. Grabbing the bull by the horns, so to speak. Yes. It would all happen when he got back…when he got back…unless I don’t get back. Mike’s final thoughts for the day ended on this rather disturbing note, which also affected his nightmares. He saw images of fearsome, reptilian creatures battling; one, massive and spiky, the other, a flaming, grey titan of rage and muscle. He would soon know the significance of this dream. |
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| Jack da King | Jun 18 2008, 12:34 AM Post #14 |
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Chapter 13: The Attack Past midnight, and the fishing boat sat, calmly, quietly. The crew slept peacefully, not aware of the approaching danger. Beneath the dark, nighttime water, the fish that had gathered around the silent ship scattered. A massive shadow, bigger than any life form ever seen by man, could barely be seen in the small amount of moonlight. The formerly calm sea rippled for a moment, before writhing and surging violently. A mound of grey scales broke through the surface, with two green eyes gazing out into the darkness. Godzilla gazed malevolently at the ship. He didn’t know what to think of this strange, floating object. Was it a dead animal? In any case, Godzilla decided to destroy it. Ready for the attack, he roared a vicious battle cry. A few miles back where Godzilla had come, Anguirus swam silently across the surface. Then, he heard Godzilla’s roar. This was his chance! While Godzilla was distracted, Anguirus could simply swim up and drown him. It was the perfect plan, and then Anguirus would finally have his revenge. Without thinking twice, Anguirus accelerated ahead. The fishermen on the boat had, of course, been awakened by the sound of the roar. They immediately rushed outside, searching for the source of the noise. In the darkness, many could only barely make out the titanic shape of Godzilla rising from the water. Some went back inside, frightened, other screamed, some simply sat there, paralyzed with fear. Godzilla’s hand was rising up in the ever-growing rain, before smashing down into the boat, smashing it in half. Godzilla roared again as the two, separate peaces of the boat drifted aside, away from each other. Content that his enemy was finished, Godzilla decided to continue on his path. One of the survivors climbed, coughing and choking, onto one of the detached pieces, and looked around. He could only see a massive tail splashing into the water, then a huge shape swimming away into the distance. The rain was coming hard and fast now, and in the opposite direction, the dazed man didn’t see the mound of spikes on the surface, drifting his way. Enraged that it had lost it’s quarry again, Anguirus brought it’s head up from the sea, bellowing his loud, moaning roar. Surprised, the sailor turned to look, and screamed in terror. His scream melded into that of Michael Lendriks, who woke up at 5:30, sweaty, screaming in terror, reeling from a strange dream of a huge, spiky creature rearing up out of the sea at him in the furious rain, howling like a demon. “I need to quit drinking before bed” he mumbled. He got up, dressed, had a scant breakfast, and quickly forgot about his disturbing dreams. As he still had a few days to enjoy a day in the life of an average tourist in Tokyo before the subject of his story appeared in the city. As he left, he passed the maid. With his great journalist skills, even though he was still somewhat tired, he noticed something odd about her. He looked back as she walked away: did she have blond highlights? |
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| Jack da King | Jun 18 2008, 05:37 PM Post #15 |
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Chapter 14: Coastline Decimation Early in the morning, Mike strode along the bay-side area, enjoying the beauty of Tokyo Bay, shimmering in the rising sunlight. But something was wrong about this day. As Mike walked along the docks, he kept feeling like he was being followed, even once saying aloud “I feel like Gordon Freeman”, much to the disturbance of the surrounding crowd, who already noticed his frequent gazes over his shoulder. Even worse, was the feeling that he would never see some of this crowd again; that some form of deadly chaos was coming to doom them all. He also kept looking out into the bay, anxiously awaiting the arrival of he-didn’t-know-what. All in all, he was very anxious and tense. His paranoia seemed too come down in no small part to the frequent sightings of a young woman in the crowd with blond highlights in her hair, always seeming to be looking right at Mike himself. Then finally, it all maxed out when, Mike suddenly stopped and looked out to the bay, sure that something terrible was about to emerge. Then…did I seriously just see that?…no, no, of course not…dude! I’m freaking serious, there it was again! He refused to believe he had just seen some huge, white spike burst over the surf, because it was impossible, ridiculous…but, there they were, other people looking out, saying things like “What was that?” and “Did you see it?”. Mike knew what he had to do then. Run. And so, Mike didn’t stop to look as other people were drawn to the strange sight out at sea; an overwhelming instinct just made him run. Out in the bay, a scaly, grey dinosaur’s head burst from the crystalline surface of the water. Godzilla, his mouth lined with double rows of fangs, his bumpy grey scales pouring water, his bright, green eyes glistening with aggression, began to walk forward along the seafloor, drawing closer all the time. It had been a long time since he had really gotten to smash something worth smashing. This was going to be fun… Godzilla was still shoulder-deep in the water when the Japanese Self-Defense Force was contacted, with reports of “a huge, grey creature coming out of the bay”. Several pictures were sent in, all showing the same grey, spiny-backed titan. When Godzilla was only ankle-deep in water, the order was finally given: deploy forces to defend the city in case the creature becomes hostile. Godzilla finally stepped onto the first dock, breaking it into a shower of wooden splinters. Nobody was standing and watching anymore; word had spread through the city like wildfire through a horse stable, and everyone was fleeing. Godzilla roared again as his foot sank into the concrete, cracking it and leaving a massive footprint. A car swerved to avoid the foot, but drove right over it and crashed into a nearby building, sending up a huge plume of fire. News choppers surrounded the amazing creature, glad to be getting such amazing photos, until Godzilla began swatting them down like burning flies. Now, it was time to begin. Godzilla threw his entire body forward, smashing into a skyscraper that came crumbling down around him. As he strode out of the falling wreckage and dust, he continued to wreak devastation, trampling low buildings underfoot, and simply ripping his way right into larger ones. Godzilla was unstoppable. |
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