11-02-2009, 11:52 AM
Liek, omg rite? Godzilla fic? Blasphemy.
Some things you should know (Click to View)
I don't own Godzilla or any of the characters from the franchise. That all belongs to Toho.
The picture I use for this are not mine ether.
The information I use for each creature is not mine ether.
The picture I use for this are not mine ether.
The information I use for each creature is not mine ether.
Prologue - Conversation (Click to View)
Testing, testing…
1.
2.
3.
Any one there?
Oh hi.
Can I talk to you for a bit?
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Godzilla.
A fictional atomic dinosaur like creature. Popular when he was first created, Godzilla created a whole new franchise of Kaiju. From the pilot movie, spin offs and sequels were made. It was a good franchise, but like all good franchises, it died.
Everyone thinks that Godzilla is just a fictional beast. It doesn’t exist.
But, does it?
What if, in some odd peculiar way, it does?
What if, right under your feet, stood the remains of Godzilla?
I know you’re probably laughing right now. You’re probably thinking, “What an idiot,” right? Hah, got you.
It’s 2009 right now huh?
Now picture this,
It’s 2019, the world is in ruins.
Forests are now deserts, few oceans remain. Mountains have been razed to the ground. Animals? Pssh. They didn’t advance enough to live.
What about humans you say?
Hiding.
From what?
What else?
The one thing that makes our heart stop, our blood freeze.
Another kind.
Another race.
Another face.
We haven’t thought much about an alien race, or another race in general. Well, what if an alien race decided to visit us. They looked at Earth and went, “Wow, I’d like to live here.”
Not possible you say?
Well, what if your house is a messy, bloody, slaughterhouse?
Made by years of fights and deaths.
You would want to move right?
Thought so.
But, what if when you got there you found it was inhabited by rats. However, the rats have a good way of living, and your type of life wouldn’t be possible.
The best possible option would be to, oh say, merge with them? Control them?
Impossible right? Stupid right?
Haha, not for these.
Inhabiting a stray space shuttle that happened to float a little far from Earth, these aliens, we’ll just call them Symbiotes for now, easily deceived the humans.
They came to Earth, and began forming with others.
The only way they could merge was to force the humans to drink them. As their original forms were nothing more than slimes.
The plan? Have an already merged one create a soda company.
Soon enough, Earth was under control.
Only 30% of the population on Earth wasn’t being controlled.
Some people had greater wills than these aliens.
So, what does Godzilla have to do with this you say?
Well, it’s easy.
Do you believe in god?
No right?
I figured; common sense is spreading faster than I thought.
Well, what if there really was a god?
What if he didn’t like these aliens coming and invading his creation?
Well, he didn’t.
In fact, he was so angry he decided he’d do something about it. He knew the humans couldn’t handle this situation.
What did he do?
Heh, he created Kaiju.
Stupid? Quite the opposite.
However, he couldn’t actually ‘bring them’ to Earth.
However, he chose certain individuals with strong wills to control these Kaiju.
The problem?
We don’t know who they are.
They could be anyone.
Anywhere.
Even worse, they don’t even know what they’re capable of.
However, the ones that are known, are taken in.
S.T.O.M.P. Is an organization aware of these aliens. They reside in what’s left of habitable Japan.
Remember, the world is basically a huge desert.
With a few oceans but, you get me.
So, these individuals have a connection to certain Kaiju. They can communicate, and possibly command them to an extent.
S.T.O.M.P. trains them to combat the aliens and their war machines.
However, their tactics aren’t the most…
Humane.
We’ll just leave it at that.
I don’t have much time left, so I’ll tell you one more thing.
Beware a person’s face.
It will be the last you see.
1.
2.
3.
Any one there?
Oh hi.
Can I talk to you for a bit?
--
Godzilla.
A fictional atomic dinosaur like creature. Popular when he was first created, Godzilla created a whole new franchise of Kaiju. From the pilot movie, spin offs and sequels were made. It was a good franchise, but like all good franchises, it died.
Everyone thinks that Godzilla is just a fictional beast. It doesn’t exist.
But, does it?
What if, in some odd peculiar way, it does?
What if, right under your feet, stood the remains of Godzilla?
I know you’re probably laughing right now. You’re probably thinking, “What an idiot,” right? Hah, got you.
It’s 2009 right now huh?
Now picture this,
It’s 2019, the world is in ruins.
Forests are now deserts, few oceans remain. Mountains have been razed to the ground. Animals? Pssh. They didn’t advance enough to live.
What about humans you say?
Hiding.
From what?
What else?
The one thing that makes our heart stop, our blood freeze.
Another kind.
Another race.
Another face.
We haven’t thought much about an alien race, or another race in general. Well, what if an alien race decided to visit us. They looked at Earth and went, “Wow, I’d like to live here.”
Not possible you say?
Well, what if your house is a messy, bloody, slaughterhouse?
Made by years of fights and deaths.
You would want to move right?
Thought so.
But, what if when you got there you found it was inhabited by rats. However, the rats have a good way of living, and your type of life wouldn’t be possible.
The best possible option would be to, oh say, merge with them? Control them?
Impossible right? Stupid right?
Haha, not for these.
Inhabiting a stray space shuttle that happened to float a little far from Earth, these aliens, we’ll just call them Symbiotes for now, easily deceived the humans.
They came to Earth, and began forming with others.
The only way they could merge was to force the humans to drink them. As their original forms were nothing more than slimes.
The plan? Have an already merged one create a soda company.
Soon enough, Earth was under control.
Only 30% of the population on Earth wasn’t being controlled.
Some people had greater wills than these aliens.
So, what does Godzilla have to do with this you say?
Well, it’s easy.
Do you believe in god?
No right?
I figured; common sense is spreading faster than I thought.
Well, what if there really was a god?
What if he didn’t like these aliens coming and invading his creation?
Well, he didn’t.
In fact, he was so angry he decided he’d do something about it. He knew the humans couldn’t handle this situation.
What did he do?
Heh, he created Kaiju.
Stupid? Quite the opposite.
However, he couldn’t actually ‘bring them’ to Earth.
However, he chose certain individuals with strong wills to control these Kaiju.
The problem?
We don’t know who they are.
They could be anyone.
Anywhere.
Even worse, they don’t even know what they’re capable of.
However, the ones that are known, are taken in.
S.T.O.M.P. Is an organization aware of these aliens. They reside in what’s left of habitable Japan.
Remember, the world is basically a huge desert.
With a few oceans but, you get me.
So, these individuals have a connection to certain Kaiju. They can communicate, and possibly command them to an extent.
S.T.O.M.P. trains them to combat the aliens and their war machines.
However, their tactics aren’t the most…
Humane.
We’ll just leave it at that.
I don’t have much time left, so I’ll tell you one more thing.
Beware a person’s face.
It will be the last you see.
Chapter 1 - Encounter (Click to View)
Off the shallow coast of Cuba, was a lone fisherman’s boat. It was in truth the size of a small yacht, poorly made from planks and bolts. It seemed to house a small hut, and a man was sitting in front of this hut, fishing. He seemed to be in his late twenties, with a sharp black goatee, and short black hair. He seemed to be wearing a rain coat.
The man seemed to be pale, as if something had scared him before. His hands gripped his fishing rod uneasily, and the water suddenly began churning. The man’s eyes wearily eyed the churning water. It seemed to soon rumble, as a red object rose from the sea. It rose higher and higher until it was twice the ships height. A long neck held the object up, and suddenly two bright eyes sprung open.
The red head was faintly crocodilian, with large green eyes. Black speckles littered the top of the creature’s body, and ran down the back of his neck. His neck seemed to be able to double it’s height, giving it a streamline appearance. As it opened it’s mouth a faint echo shot across the area.
The fisherman held his hands to his ears to stop the slightly painful sound. His coat’s hood was thrown back and he stumbled backward.
“Argh..” He muttered silently under his breath as the creature closed it’s mouth. Two whiskers seem to poke behind the eyes, and a long orange dorsal fin lined behind the head. It had ear like fins as well, and these sprung up.
Another figure stepped forward from behind the creature’s long fin. He seemed to have short blue hair, and equally as pale as the fisherman. His attire was odd, a metallic blue chest plate with a light blue shirt and military navy pants. With navy boots, he seemed to be from the military. He was holding a rather long ornamental spear.
From a glance it seemed to be made from glass, with a long cutting blade jutting from the top. The fisherman had already dropped his fishing pole, and was backing away to his small hut, not paying attention to where he was stepping.
“You’re Santiago?” The figure asked, obviously calm.
“Yes, but it’s not like that will matter.”
Santiago, the fisherman, lunged for a nearby harpoon that was resting against the hut. As he grabbed it, the figure jumped down to the raft, unshaken. Santiago turned around and pointed his harpoon at the figure.
It was made from bamboo, a small triangle shaped blade poking out from a small metallic pole from the bamboo. Strangely, it was colored red. As he aimed it, the raft began to shake, but not from the massive beast.
“Rise, Ebirah!”
The shaking stopped.
Something seemed to dislodge itself from the raft, and was making headway for the mainland.
The figure spun around, “Titan, take care of whatever that was,” he commanded. The beast sent out another small echo, and dived downward head first. His tail faintly sprung from behind him as he dove, and sank majestically. It seemed to Santiago like a giant fin. A bit of wake was created as it dove, and Santiago grunted.
“Your partner I presume?”
“Partner?” The figure asked, stepped forward. His spear ready.
“You know they have feelings.”
“They’re just giant beasts.”
“Would giant beasts have the intelligence to ally themselves with a human?”
The figure took this in, as a distant echo waved past them.
-------
Meanwhile, Titanosaurus, or Titan; was jetting under the water. It slowly slid up to the surface, his green eyes barely above the water. It looked around, nothing. Just open ocean and far off Cuba. It had made some distance. It slid back underwater, much like a shark.
It decided to search deeper, surely it would find the monster in deeper waters. However, Titan didn't have the best eyesight. Instead it sent out an echo, it's sonar. As the wave rebounded to him, an image of a large crustacean sparked into it's head.
It dove straight down. It's tail fin was now swinging powerful strokes, and he was being propelled through the water rather quickly. Titan opened it's mouth, shut it's eyes, and braced itself.
Snap!
As Titan sped away from his hit, a shrill shriek echoed throughout the water. Titan now held a lobster claw in it's maw. Titan spun around, dropping the claw. Ebirah was staring him down. The blood red lobster was standing on the sea floor, it's beady eyes focusing on Titan. It had a larger claw, which it began to slowly snap, as if taunting Titan.
----
Santiago's body laid bloody against the raft. The figure from before spat in disgust, and dipped his spear's blade in the water. Soon enough, a satisfied Titan head appeared beside him.
"I assume you enjoyed the lobster?"
Titan opened it's mouth to reply, but shut it, offering his head as a platform. The figure stepped on Titan, and it slowly rose up, walking farther out to the sea. Something buzzed in the man's ear, and he placed a finger on it.
"Alright Heretic, mission accomplished?" A voice buzzed.
"Yes, the Contractor has been killed, along with the Kaiju."
"Excellent! Return to command, Harvest out."
Heretic pulled his finger away from his ear. Titan noticed his master's distress, but made no movement. Instead walking faster towards an Aircraft Carrier floating away from them.
The sea was quiet once more.
---
Japan, 2019.
Japan is nothing but a Dust Bowl, an empty shell of it's former self. Dust Storms frequented Japan, especially Tokyo.
Kiichi Moroyama, a young man. He should of been taking his daily route to his High School, maybe meet up with his friends a long the way. Alas, he couldn't.
Why you ask?
Japan's a friggin' Dust Bowl.
Right now, he was taking shelter in an abandoned school, who knows where.
Making his way through the cafeteria, Kiichi glanced nervously at his surroundings. His friend Lorraimbe was no where to be found. Figures, Lor was always scouting ahead, hoping to find others. Kiichi was left to find food, or other supplies. He felt something hit his head, and he quickly began brushing his short, ash grey hair. When he realized it was nothing, he continued forward.
In under twenty minutes, he had raided the food supply, causing quite a bit of ruckus. He heard a rumbling sound, and his head shot up instantly.
"Lor, that you?"
Nothing happened.
He slowly began to back away from the kitchen, a chocolate pokey stick he had found in his mouth.
Satisfied, he turned around, and what he was faced with was pure terror.
Where the tables in the cafeteria were, large windows littered the side. A large, oddly shaped face was staring at him. It was huge, easily the size of a large bus, and it's body seemed to be crouching to view the cafeteria.
Kiichi realized what it was.
"Lor! Symbiote giant!" He shouted, running out of the cafeteria.
The giant seemed to be angry, and yelled in some language. It's head backed away and ascended.
As Kiichi ran, he heard loud stomps coming from outside the building. He quickly ran up two flights of stairs, before getting to the roof. Once again, he was in a stare off with the large giant. It seemed to be constructed out of metal and a strange grey liquid.
Bringing it's right fist back, Kiichi closed his eyes.
The man seemed to be pale, as if something had scared him before. His hands gripped his fishing rod uneasily, and the water suddenly began churning. The man’s eyes wearily eyed the churning water. It seemed to soon rumble, as a red object rose from the sea. It rose higher and higher until it was twice the ships height. A long neck held the object up, and suddenly two bright eyes sprung open.
The red head was faintly crocodilian, with large green eyes. Black speckles littered the top of the creature’s body, and ran down the back of his neck. His neck seemed to be able to double it’s height, giving it a streamline appearance. As it opened it’s mouth a faint echo shot across the area.
The fisherman held his hands to his ears to stop the slightly painful sound. His coat’s hood was thrown back and he stumbled backward.
“Argh..” He muttered silently under his breath as the creature closed it’s mouth. Two whiskers seem to poke behind the eyes, and a long orange dorsal fin lined behind the head. It had ear like fins as well, and these sprung up.
Another figure stepped forward from behind the creature’s long fin. He seemed to have short blue hair, and equally as pale as the fisherman. His attire was odd, a metallic blue chest plate with a light blue shirt and military navy pants. With navy boots, he seemed to be from the military. He was holding a rather long ornamental spear.
From a glance it seemed to be made from glass, with a long cutting blade jutting from the top. The fisherman had already dropped his fishing pole, and was backing away to his small hut, not paying attention to where he was stepping.
“You’re Santiago?” The figure asked, obviously calm.
“Yes, but it’s not like that will matter.”
Santiago, the fisherman, lunged for a nearby harpoon that was resting against the hut. As he grabbed it, the figure jumped down to the raft, unshaken. Santiago turned around and pointed his harpoon at the figure.
It was made from bamboo, a small triangle shaped blade poking out from a small metallic pole from the bamboo. Strangely, it was colored red. As he aimed it, the raft began to shake, but not from the massive beast.
“Rise, Ebirah!”
The shaking stopped.
Something seemed to dislodge itself from the raft, and was making headway for the mainland.
The figure spun around, “Titan, take care of whatever that was,” he commanded. The beast sent out another small echo, and dived downward head first. His tail faintly sprung from behind him as he dove, and sank majestically. It seemed to Santiago like a giant fin. A bit of wake was created as it dove, and Santiago grunted.
“Your partner I presume?”
“Partner?” The figure asked, stepped forward. His spear ready.
“You know they have feelings.”
“They’re just giant beasts.”
“Would giant beasts have the intelligence to ally themselves with a human?”
The figure took this in, as a distant echo waved past them.
-------
Meanwhile, Titanosaurus, or Titan; was jetting under the water. It slowly slid up to the surface, his green eyes barely above the water. It looked around, nothing. Just open ocean and far off Cuba. It had made some distance. It slid back underwater, much like a shark.
It decided to search deeper, surely it would find the monster in deeper waters. However, Titan didn't have the best eyesight. Instead it sent out an echo, it's sonar. As the wave rebounded to him, an image of a large crustacean sparked into it's head.
It dove straight down. It's tail fin was now swinging powerful strokes, and he was being propelled through the water rather quickly. Titan opened it's mouth, shut it's eyes, and braced itself.
Snap!
As Titan sped away from his hit, a shrill shriek echoed throughout the water. Titan now held a lobster claw in it's maw. Titan spun around, dropping the claw. Ebirah was staring him down. The blood red lobster was standing on the sea floor, it's beady eyes focusing on Titan. It had a larger claw, which it began to slowly snap, as if taunting Titan.
----
Santiago's body laid bloody against the raft. The figure from before spat in disgust, and dipped his spear's blade in the water. Soon enough, a satisfied Titan head appeared beside him.
"I assume you enjoyed the lobster?"
Titan opened it's mouth to reply, but shut it, offering his head as a platform. The figure stepped on Titan, and it slowly rose up, walking farther out to the sea. Something buzzed in the man's ear, and he placed a finger on it.
"Alright Heretic, mission accomplished?" A voice buzzed.
"Yes, the Contractor has been killed, along with the Kaiju."
"Excellent! Return to command, Harvest out."
Heretic pulled his finger away from his ear. Titan noticed his master's distress, but made no movement. Instead walking faster towards an Aircraft Carrier floating away from them.
The sea was quiet once more.
---
Japan, 2019.
Japan is nothing but a Dust Bowl, an empty shell of it's former self. Dust Storms frequented Japan, especially Tokyo.
Kiichi Moroyama, a young man. He should of been taking his daily route to his High School, maybe meet up with his friends a long the way. Alas, he couldn't.
Why you ask?
Japan's a friggin' Dust Bowl.
Right now, he was taking shelter in an abandoned school, who knows where.
Making his way through the cafeteria, Kiichi glanced nervously at his surroundings. His friend Lorraimbe was no where to be found. Figures, Lor was always scouting ahead, hoping to find others. Kiichi was left to find food, or other supplies. He felt something hit his head, and he quickly began brushing his short, ash grey hair. When he realized it was nothing, he continued forward.
In under twenty minutes, he had raided the food supply, causing quite a bit of ruckus. He heard a rumbling sound, and his head shot up instantly.
"Lor, that you?"
Nothing happened.
He slowly began to back away from the kitchen, a chocolate pokey stick he had found in his mouth.
Satisfied, he turned around, and what he was faced with was pure terror.
Where the tables in the cafeteria were, large windows littered the side. A large, oddly shaped face was staring at him. It was huge, easily the size of a large bus, and it's body seemed to be crouching to view the cafeteria.
Kiichi realized what it was.
"Lor! Symbiote giant!" He shouted, running out of the cafeteria.
The giant seemed to be angry, and yelled in some language. It's head backed away and ascended.
As Kiichi ran, he heard loud stomps coming from outside the building. He quickly ran up two flights of stairs, before getting to the roof. Once again, he was in a stare off with the large giant. It seemed to be constructed out of metal and a strange grey liquid.
Bringing it's right fist back, Kiichi closed his eyes.
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