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Male or female? Male. If I MUST be constricted by your shallow gender pool peasant! Astrological sign: Leo. Eye color: Sea Green/Yellow. Age: 21. Pets: Two cats. Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake?: ah ... two I think Piercings?: No. Tattoos?: No. Hate needles but want one or two. Righty or lefty?: Righty. Hearing: Feeling: Bored. Eating/drinking: Nothing. Have you ever been in love?: Yes, and I am right now. How many people have you kissed?: One. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?: No. How many people have you dated?: One. What do you look for in a guy/girl?: Personality, and someone I can truly feel comfortable around. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?: Personality. What type of guy/girl do you usually go for?: The crazies, Do you have a bf/gf?: Yes. If so where did you meet them?: In a nightmarish realm untouched by reality. The Warp! er I mean DA! What do you like most about your bf/gf?: Our deep connection. Do you have a crush right now?: describe crush. *stalks ace* owo If so, who is it?: Is it really that hard to figure it out? Do you believe in love at first sight?: Such a shallow notion holds no sway over me. Do you remember your first love?: Foundly in fact I dare say she isnt too far. Who is the first person you kissed?: Myself when I kissed my ass goodbye on my way out the womb and into reality. Do you believe in fate?: I like to think so. Gives me three deities to either praise or flip off. Lookin at you sisters of fate. Do you believe in soul mates?: Yes. If so do you believe you'll ever find yours?: Already have. What song do you swear was written about you or your life?: Got them from a friend owo
What's the most embarrasing cd you own?: I dont think I have one. What's the best cd you own?: Rammstein stuff and Disturbed. What song do you absolutely hate?: Anything from most pop artists. Do you sing in the shower?: No. Color: Gold, black, and purple. Food: A Good steak. Song: Various...
Show: Game of Thrones School subject: School sucked. Glad I'm done with it. But Biology and earth science where my favorites Band/singer: Disturbed
Cartoon: Guess. Actor: Gary Oldman. DC Douglas. Sigorney Weaver. Drink: Pepsi, tea Alcoholic drink: Mike's hard cherry Holiday: Nightmare Night. Perfume/cologne: You're kidding, right? Pizza topping: Pepperoni sausage Video game: Skyrim, Resident Evil 5 Book: The percy jackson series Number: 13 Comedian: George Carlin, Ron White, Louis CK Dessert: Meh. Disney character: Scar and Zira
Season: Fall and winter Do you have posters on your wall?: Yes. If so of what?: So far only Sword Art Online. Though I intend on adding G movie posters. Do you have a tv in your bedroom?: Of course. How many pillows are on your bed?: 7 maybe 8 What do you normally sleep in?: Do you really want to know? Do you listen to music while trying to fall asleep?: Sometimes Describe the last nightmare you had: Ah ... not sure its been quite some time though I remember the last one I had was a fun rush Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: No actually, need to change that. How many people can comfortably sleep in your bed?: Two. Do you sleep in any unusual positions?: No. Do you have to share your bedroom with a sibling?: God no! Do you snore?: Nope. How about drool?: Occasionally. But a pillow, hand or blanket fixes that right quick Do you have an alarm clock in your room?: Nope but my phone suffices Heaven/hell: Better to rule in Hell... Make love/have sex: Both. Slaanesh teaches us Excess is a good thing. Coffee/tea: Tea Rap/rock: Rock. Winter/summer: Winter. Spring/fall: Fall. Old/New: Old usually but then again some new things rival them. I'm a sucker for some high tech things and sharper images
~What Is Your Opinion Of The Following~
Eminem: Bleh. Virgins: *shrugs* who cares? God: I don't particularly believe in God. A higher energy sorce perhaps, but not the basic understanding of god. Perhaps Carlin's Big Electron? Homosexuals: No problem. Abortion: Pro-choice. Inter-racial relationships: Fine. Pornography: fuhehehehheheh Threesomes: Excess Politics: I stand alone *bows* Country music: Fuck no. Sorry mom XD
~Have You Ever....~
Been on a diet?: No. Used a foreign object to masturbate?: Nope Been on tv?: Once, Been on the radio?: No. Been to a concert?: Yeah. Loved someone so much it makes you cry?: Oh yes, very much. Decieved somebody close to you?: Yes. The tapestry of life is mine to manipulate and unravel as I please. Had a dream that our falling off a cliff?: Ah thats a test I do to see if I'm asleep or not yet Been so drunk you don't remember your name?: Funny enpugh no despite my consumption of sugar alcohol Felt like you didn't belong?: Almost always. I'm the outsider among the outsiders. Felt like the 3rd wheel?: Yes. Smoked?: No. Participated in cyber sex?: owo Faked an orgasm?: nope Stolen a kiss?: No. Cut yourself?: By mistake? Yes. On purpose? Oblivion isnt my cup of tea
Do you believe in aliens?: Given the odds there's a massive chance we aren't alone Name 3 things that are next to your computer: Art Table. Paints. Books. Do you drive?: No. What is your dream car?: Ah if I felt like having one something classy Do you think you're good looking?: Only when I trim the beard and keep it in check Do others think you are good looking?: Funny enough yes Do you believe in Bigfoot?: Eh maybe. I'm more interested in other Cryptids though.
In today's fandom there is a stark divide. You tend to be tossed into one of two camps, either you love Shin Godzilla and despise G14, or your love G14 and despise Shin. The more rational people who enjoy both tend to be drowned out by these two parties that ignite quite a bit of visceral hate. But what are my thoughts on the films?
Lets start with Godzilla 2014 shall we?
This film. I don't think I've had a G film that I've had such mixed feelings about aside from Final Wars. To start out before this film came out I suppressed all emotions about the film in the event that it sucked. When the film came out I was blown away. I couldn't believe it, a Godzilla film made in america that was done justice and made up for the disaster that was 98'. Now I dont hate 98' as most do, but lets face some facts here, 98' is a poorly constructed film with a cool kaiju that is in no way related to Godzilla by any stretch of the imagination. But back onto 14. After viewing the film and long before Shin was teased in anyway I began to realize a few things about it. The film has some stark flaws to it that irritate me to no end.
First off was the trailer. If memory serves correctly, which it does, we where promised a rather dark G film. One line from the trailer standing out above the rest. "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.." But we didn't really get the Godzilla we where promised did we? We got a Godzilla that is for certain, but not the right one. Instead we got a Godzilla that is like late showa Godzilla mixed with a cup of late Heisei Godzilla. There is a reason after all as to why this Godzilla was compared to Gamera of all kaiju.
Speaking of, perhaps most controversially of all I feel as though Gareth Edwards completely missed the mark on Godzilla. By creating this Godzilla as a natural predator that fed off of radiation and was designed by nature to be this way, he misses the entire tragedy that is Godzilla. After all the creature has no qualm with humanity and avoids it where it can where as G in previous incarnations either helped it or actively sought to eradicate it. But this is a new origin and its not the change itself that bothers me but the result of it, but that's my own personal tastes.
The film itself is also superb.. for the first 30 minutes and the last 20. The one problem of Brian Cransdon, is that he far outshines his co actors. Once he dies the film is held by Ford a character that doesn't work well on his own. I mean when he is with his family and Brian I can root for the guy but on his own he cannot hold the film. I'm certain many would agree on this. Now as for Ken Watanabe. The man was great but alas he too was wasted potential. He could have had a more active roll and maybe even joined forces or been at odds with Brian, but he was reserved to be the observer.
Godzilla himself is also cast to the side in his own film. Granted Gareth did explain that he wanted some cinematic foreplay in his film akin to jaws, but it doesn't really work. The cut aways serve to frustrate the viewer rather than entice them. Bringing the subject back to jaws the reason why that works so well is you don't see the shark very well or all that much until the climax. That entices the viewer and tickles their brain.
Now onto Shin Godzilla. The subtext in this film as well as the acting is on point. Every characters has a quirk or trait that makes them memorable to an extent. While names can be fuzzy at times you remember everyone in that film, even Maki a guy who isn't even physically present in the film (maybe) has an overbearing presence. The political satire is also accurate and rather humorous at times. Some claim its slow and I can see why. Unless you are interested in the politics you may find it boring, but at least its smart.
Now onto the Godzilla itself. This thing is the core root that G originally stemmed from. While G84 used to be the closest ToHo had come to recreating G54 I think Shin easily usurps that title. Now while G14 was compared to Gamera Shin is more often than not is compared to Destroyah and for good reason, this thing seems intent on exterminating everything it comes across, that and the rapid mutations from a microorganism. While this G has a radically different origin story it still keeps the original spirit of Godzilla.
This film like most of Anno's other works is an experience rather than just a film, its something that intrigues you on an intellectual level and keeps you interested if you can keep up with it.
Now onto something that irks me the most and makes me despise G14 on a few levels. Mostly the fandom behind it. People who claim that G14 is teh strangest gadziller evah! An Shin is weak cuz a bomb blew a hole in his back! Calm yourself Mr. enthusiast. Lets get some facts straight here. G14 was knocked out buy a single skyscraper dropping on him for a few minutes and tossed around by bugs. Shin on the other hand was only incapacitated for a minute or two after having three drop on him after having his nuclear reserves depleted for a few minutes. And as for the bombs they are 30 ton bunker busters and only one actually made him bleed after hitting a weak spot. The injury only lasted seconds as well startlingly enough.
Now what can you take from this long winded rant? I believe Shin Gojira is a far more superior film than G14 will ever be. While I like the film the fans who keep forcing it down my throat and blowing it out of proportion make me despise it on several levels and further expose the film's weaknesses to me.
Welcome to the Umbrella Legion data banks, Chara. I am Red Queen. Please select the file you wish to view...
Document - open Vuldok - Lord of mutations Subdocument - Black Legion Subdocument - Umbrella Subdocument - Battle of Vados Subdocument - Stolen Heldrakes
Chara was furious, no beyond furious. Somehow, some. how. Orks of all creatures had managed to infiltrate her world and steal not one, but TWO Heldrakes from her possession. In her rage she descended down to the bowls of her ship. There she entered a room belonging to her brother, Asriel. A formidable Sorcerer in his own right, but even he knew when to push Chara. Now was certainly not one of those times. He recognized the thirst for blood in her eyes. As he stood from his meditative position he greeted her with a slight bow.
"I am certain that you are interrupting my session for a reason?"
"I want Vuldok here, I want to send a message to those foul greenskins."
Asriel arched an eyebrow. Rarely did she call upon the temperamental Lord of Change. He was a fickle one at best and one might mistake his fighting style for that of a Keeper of Secrets or even a Bloodthirster at the worst of times, but perhaps that was the reason as to why the bird daemon had taken a shine to the Slaaneshi chaos lord. The creature was absolutely sadistic when it touched the battlefield, using a combination of psychic powers and brute strength to rip its enemies limb from limb. Chara usually called upon him if she wanted a message sent or needed some heavy support on the field of battle. It seemed today was one of those days in particular.
On the planet of Vados, the Ork army led by Warboss DarDum and big mek Zogg Off rolled steadily forward, burning and crushing all in its path. The already desolate ash world stood little chance. However confusion spread among the ranks as the warboss called for a halt in movement. He had a good sense about him and if he called to halt, halt they would. As it turned out he was wise in doing so. In the distance seemingly popping out of nowhere a crackling warpstorm began to fester over the planet's surface. Busting into real space, the head of a Tzeentch staff tore its way into reality. From the hole real space ripped itself asunder and the forces of Umbrella spilled forth.
First to slither out of the hole was a blue mist that solidified into a large bird like daemon. In his left hand was a staff of change and clipped to his belt was the eternal blade. Vuldok ground his claws into the dirt and ash grinning. It had been a while since he has had some exercise and was immensely looking forward to it. Next to pop out of the warp was the chaos lord Revan flying forth in his jump pack with a squad of raptors. In his hands was the legendary Burning Brand of Skalathrax, a weapon he rarely if ever went without. After him was an impressively large vehicle. It was a relic of old, a Spartan Assault tank. Inside where Asriel, Chara, and her retinue of terminators, the metal crushers. After them twin rhinos came forth, in one to Vuldok's left was a rhino filled with angry lobotomized men, Khorne Berzerkers. Eight of them to be precise, their champion a man by the name of Dr. Salvador. Though she would never say it Chara was certain the man had never been to medical school. The other Rhino contained the warpsmith and Chara's trusted advisory Red Queen, the one responsible for the computer database and their ties with Apophis' Necron Dynasty. She had a retinue of eight khornate chosen, four of which had flamers and the champion equipped with a power maul. He liked smashing things. Slithering out of the warp next where a couple of packs of nurgle chaos spawn. Clambering after the assault tank was a squad of five possessed, the next thing out was a helbrute loaded out with a missile launcher and reaper autocannon, then marching out of the warp where a pair of five man squads of chaos marines, their job was rather specific, hold the flanks. And finally the last two things to stroll out of the warp where a pair of forgefiends. Warboss DarDum cried out his fury and sent forth Ork commandos and def kopptas as a first wave. Revan and Vuldok unfortunately where there to meet them as Ork Lootas braced themselves against an Ageis defense line and prepared to rain hell on the chaos marines that dared to stand against them. Vuldok and Revan made short work of the def kopptas that stood in their way and Revan threw himself head long into the Ork commandos near by after lighting a few on fire. Yanking his power sword from its sheath he leveled a challenge against the ork knob leading them. Being a creature of pride it accepted and they engaged in combat as Vuldok flew ahead to engage more orks. Meanwhile Chara's tank drove forth smashing into an ork buggy. The air was filled with the screetch of metal crushing in on itself. The Assault tank then leveled one of its massive lascannon sponsons towards an ork trukk. In a brilliant display of fire the trukk was blown to pieces, charred ork chunks flying to and fro. As ork bits littered the field Red Queen's pet fiends kept the flanks secured with a volley of white hot metal bullets, spraying anything that so much as twitched, which was most likely an unfortunate boy or two. This granted Dr. Salvador and his men time to advance up the field of battle straight towards the lootas. Behind them the writhing spawn where not too far behind, itching for blood. On the opposite side of the field of battle , Red Queen's rhino stopped to meet a pair of ork trukks in combat. The Khornate chosen and the detestable warpsmith disembarked and set up positions. The chosen not equipped with flamers set up front to cover their more valuable brethren and braced themselves for the tide of green to hit them. Soon to follow where the second pack of slimy writhing chaos spawn. Their grotesque forms where a promising sight to the boys as they looked to be a decent challenge.
Warboss DarDum was not having a particularly good day watching his men barely hold back the tide of black armor and twisted warped flesh. To make matters worse the blasted Lord of Change seemed to be bloody invincible. The few men that dared to engage it only struck mist before the creature reformed and splattered them against the pavement. He was not going to sit back and feed his units to that beast. No he needed a diversion before dealing with the enemy leader and sneaking away from the bird, and boy did he have one hell of a distraction. As his Trukk parked itself behind a wall of Lootas he called in his two new pets. Almost on cue, twin heldrakes, one a rustic orange, the other a green formerly bronze color screamed in onto the battlefield. On their backs where boys holding onto the daemon engine's reigns and whooping with delight as the infernal creatures spilled fire upon the unfortunate berzerkers, spawn, and chosen below. Things where also looking up in the skirmish in the center of the battlefield. Revan and a single raptor where left, somehow the chaos lord even when equipped with a power sword had failed to take down the ork knob he had challenged. Granted when the creature did go down the moment was sweet, that was until the lord of mutations Vuldok intercepted his master's gift to Revan and transformed the prideful man into a chaos spawn. The man's howl of pain was heard across the field as his form perverted and splattered. Limbs that should not be, eyes growing from nowhere and gaping mouths sprouting where they pleased, such was Revan's fate. Inside her tank Chara scoffed, gladdened by the fact the man was taken down a couple of pegs. But she also lamented in the fact that she would have to find a way to coerce the lord of change into changing Revan back later, for he was at least somewhat valuable. Still it seemed she would have to clean up his mess for him again as the tank shifted and headed towards the ork kommandos. She charged the moment her boot hit the gravel and ash below and her retinue wiped the loathsome creatures from reality. As Chara was busying herself Red Queen had her own hands full as her chosen or what was left torched a good swath of ork boyz before charging them. Fortunately she found backup in the possessed squad and spawn as they aided in the assault. During the fight she cleaved a weirdboy in two while her men chopped and butchered to their heart's content. Still the fight was far from over. Like a never ending nightmare the tide of green washed over the broken rhino to continue to slam into the ruinous marines, and any orks that dared to flee where swiftly beaten to death by a pair of knobs stalking the back. But something unexpected happened, The chosen champion held his mace high and called out one of the knobs. The man removed his horned helmet exposing his marred, bald head to the air swinging his mace like a madman as he marched up to the knob. The knob's pride convinced the ork to meet the marine in combat and he rushed the man. However he was a chosen of khorne for good reason. The man utterly lived for and breathed combat much like the ork that now opposed him. Bringing his mace down he avoided the ork's body before catching his kneecap. With a sickening crunch and a splatter of green fluids the ork was flat on his back, howling in agony his cries where only silenced and transformed into a grunt as the marine brought a ceremite boot down onto the filthy creature's chest. With a vile sneer the champion brought his power maul down onto the ork's head repeatedly until it did little to resemble what it once was laughing all the way. The blood god was rather pleased with this and awarded the man with daemonhood. As he began to crack and distort into a red muscle bound daemon prince his success reinvigorated the possessed and chosen remaining to clean up the orks as they where dismayed by the death of one of their leaders and appearance of a prince. As the last remaining units of boyz where dashed across the desolate world the chaos marine's joy would be short lived. The lootas had turned their attention to the newly anointed daemon prince and like the warp he was now constructed of he was washed away in a hail of bullets. The heldrakes circling the skies had also brought their fury down on the marines below as they reveled in their victory. Previously before their jaws unhinged to release their deadly payload on the chosen and possessed they had eradicated Dr. Salvador's squad and now the chosen and possessed shared in their fate.
Towards the middle of the field of battle Chara, Asriel and the Metal Crushers made their way towards Warboss DarDum's Trukk relentlessly, intent on pushing through the lootas if they had to. Meanwhile the Lord of Mutations Vuldok had circled around and slammed into a group of lootas. His staff swung sending the creatures flying. Seeing the pincer attack coming the warboss had no intention of staying long. Shoving his retnue of boyz out of the Trukk he took control and drove to the end of the ageis defense line before jumping from the trukk and hopping the line. The terminators he could probably take but not that seemingly invincible Lord of Change. The damn thing didn't even have a scratch on it! As DarDum made his escape the lootas remaining poured all of their combined might into the Metal Crushers. As they did so the terminators gathered in front of their masters Chara and Asriel. Two fell to the bullet storm but Chara advanced unperturbed as her assault tank drove through the ruins close by in attempt to keep pace with the fleeing warboss. As this occurred the flames from the heldrake's barrage cleared and out stepped Red Queen as the lone survivor. She hissed in annoyance as she made her way back towards the fight, but as she observed the fighting in the distance she knew she was far from needed at this point. She could assassinate the big mek but she was tired and knew Chara would want at least one survivor to spread the word of Umbrella's strength and ruthlessness. Either way the battle was drawing to a close as the spartan assault tank rammed itself through a building and lined up a shot with the warboss. Despite most of the shots being wildly inaccurate two lascannon shots did manage to hit and blow the warboss' legs clean off. As the warboss writhed in pain on the ground Chara and her men circled him slowly. Channeling the warp into his staff Asriel brought his staff down onto the warboss breaking through his armor and paralyzing him completely, as well as cauterizing his wounds to keep him alive. As this occurred Vuldok as finishing toying with DarDum's companions. With a twist of his large lithe body his blade cleaved through multiple boys chopping their heads and limbs clean off before being sheathed. Swinging his staff next the knob was smashed into and sent flying. The remaining boyz looked briefly to each other before attempting to flee. However the four where no match in speed for the Lord of Mutations. With a flap of his powerful wings Vuldok lept up and crushed one of the boyz before grabbing one in each hand and the third in his jaws. Shaking his head like a rabid beast the boy's spine was shattered and his useless carcass tossed to the side. The last two where slowly crushed in Vuldok's claws being pulped. The Lord of Change hissed his laughter before bringing his gaze up to the rest of the battlefield. Warboss DarDum was taken care of it seemed and the rest of the orks where struggling to keep some kind of order. While the chaos war band had taken some large losses they where mostly mutations and possessed. Failed experiments that could easily be remade. Flying up Vuldok grabbed the boyz riding the stolen heldrakes and crushed them in his palms before teleporting the drakes back to Umbrella's home world. Turning his glowing yellow eyes back to the field of battle Vuldok held his staff high the gem at the top emitting a piercing blue glow. Any ork touched by the light began to violently convulse before exploding and mutating into hideous abominations. The only exception was the Big Mek who could only stare in horror meeting the gaze of Vuldok. The greater daemon merely barked his laughter and tore a hole in reality allowing Umbrella to march home and the paralyzed body of DarDum to be loaded onto the assault tank with Red Queen and the terminators. They merely left him there to survive among his former comrades now turned hideous abominations by the ever so 'generous' Lord of Change Vuldok.
Red Queen's mood had improved considerably as she dragged her prize down the pristine while corridor that led to her labs. As she marched steadily forward he mechanatendrals dragged the broken, but still very much alive, body of warboss DarDum behind her. As she approached the double doors of her lab they slid open smoothly and immediately. When the did she tossed the ork into the room where he slid forward before coming to a halt before another being currently already in the room. Standing over the ork was the Necron Overlord Apophis. He knelt down using his war scythe as a crutch to do so, and extended a bone white arm and clutched the jaw of the boss between his strong silver fingers. His green glowing eyes flicked about over the poor creature as he studied it.
"This is to be our new plaything for the next few weeks?" He spoke in a dry raspy voice. Red Queen nodded in acceptance. Apophis nodded back before having the creature up onto the lab table. "Then we best get to work. Deadalus is growing impatient...."
As light filtered down from the trees, a beam struck the closed eyes of the sleeping being below. With a grunt he opened his eye to the offending streak only to close it immediately. If only the sun would just go away all would be well with his little world. But unfortunately the Rays where still attempting to dig their way through his eyelids as if intending solely to piss him off. That and unfortunately he could feel a rumbling in his stomach. If he wanted to eat he would have to get up.
Letting out a frustrated sigh he hoisted himself up from his warm bedding and trudged out into the open. His eyes squinted further as he stepped out onto the sandy beach of his home. It was an island all to himself a place he had felt safe on once. But that changed somewhat when "those creatures" showed up. When he first saw them it was because he was drawn out by the racket they where intent on causing, little brown and green creatures scurried about his feet making loud obnoxious sounds that irritated him to no end. The brown ones where intelligent enough to back off when he came into view but the green ones only made more noise. He had originally intended to simply scare them off as they where only a nusance at the time. But then when he stepped out onto the beach that all changed. Silver objects floating in the water away had made some sort of loud noise and then all he could feel in his chest was excruciating pain, enough so to topple him and briefly render him unconscious.
When he came to all he saw was red, stepping and trampling on the little green terrors until they where all dead. He retreated back further into his island to tend to his wounds and keep a safe distance from those floating silver abominations. As he lay down to rest the little brown creatures he had inadvertantly saved came crawling out of the shadows to stand before him. Even though he couldn't understand their incessant chitter he could tell they where attempting to comfort him. With a nod of appreciation and the memory of those creatures burned into his brain they scurried off once more to never be seen again by him.
As he stood out on the beach now the memory of the silver abominations left a sour taste in his throat. He made it routine now to come out onto the beach and make sure they where no longer there. Seeing as such for himself he gave a curt nod of approval before turning his back on the water and moving inland again for the next item on his menu, a meal.
The next day it was much the same routine, wake up, walk to the beach, grab a meal, laze around, get something to drink, perhaps go wading in the water, eat again, walk to the beach again, go to bed, rinse repeat. However this morning would be quite different...
24 hours to detonation
Shock was all he could feel as his eyes pointed out the silver specks on the horizon. He knew what they were and he was quite displeased as his shock transformed into fury. But even then that was blanketed with the cold grip of fear. He knew full well what they where capable of and even now he could still feel the echo of the pain he had endured. For hours he sat on the beach staring at them as they drew close only to be puzzled as they veered to the right. His anxiety washed away as he watched them move toward one of the neighboring islands. But still he sat cautiously watching.
But after another hour of nothing he had decided that they most likely where not coming for him or his island and deemed it safe to retreat back inland be it hesitantly so.
2:00pm 18hours to detonation.
All day his worry knawed at him, eating him away. What if those little green creatures came back? What if they came with those silver abominations with the sole intent of ending his life? As such he made frequent visits to the beach only to come up with nothing. The silver floaters had not come for him as of yet but he could also feel that they had not departed either.
5:00pm 15 hours to detonation.
One more visit to the beach turned up nothing for him once more but his worry had yet to ebb as he continued to stare. It wasn't long before he realized that it was getting dark, but he cared not. All he wanted was some sort of sign that they had left, but he would get none as the sun sank lower behind his back and behind the waves as the earth turned its back on the sun.
1:45am 6 hours and 15 minutes to detonation.
In the middle of the night he jolted awake. Looking around frantically he realized he must have fallen asleep looking out onto the water. His anxiety was still present but much less than it had been in the morning. He was most likely too tired to care much at all and the fact that he had hardly eaten anything only added to this. Instead he decided to simply go with it. The sand was only just cooling from being in the sun all day and it felt marvelous against him as he curled up with a small huff. Perhaps they where already gone and he had just missed it. What he needed right now was sleep and take him it did.
7:23 am 37 minutes to detonation.
His eyes slowly slid open as the first light of day caressed them. For once it wasn't blinding as the morning sun usually was. As he shook the grogginess from himself as well as loose sand he realized he actually felt good. His nervousness had left him in his slumber and the sun was starting to warm him up.
7:30 am 30 minutes to detonation.
As he looked contently over the water he noticed from the sister island next to his the silver abominations had appeared once more and his heart seized. However it relaxed soon after as he witnessed them leaving and in what appeared to be a rush. A sigh of relief left him as he realized he might not have to fear for his life in the near future.
7:58am 1 minute 26 seconds to detonation
He rose to his full height as he got up from the now warming sand. He realized in his worry yesterday that he had forgotten to eat. With his confidence that the abominations had departed and hopefully this time for good he could finally be at peace and maybe get something to eat. But as he trudged off he turned to look at the sister island next to his own. Sure it was a way off but he couldn't shake a sense of foreboding as he stared at it. What where they doing there?
7:59am 17 seconds to detonation.
As he stared the feeling in his heart only grew and then suddenly a bright flash filled his vision. The pain was unimaginable as the light seared itself into his skull. Seconds after it felt as though a mountain was thrown at him and he was blown off his feet. Blind and tumbling through the sand he could only cry out in terror as what seemed to be the end of the world occurred around him. The sound of whatever had hit him was monstrous like an erupting volcano perhaps. No he head heard it before only quieter if that was at all possible. But blind and laying in debris he was given no rest as he felt the intense heat around him. Quickly scrambling he headed towards what smelled like water and dove in to escape what surely must have been death itself.
23 minutes post detonation.
Breaking the surface of the water he gasped for air and slowly crawled ashore. He was battered and bruised and still he could not see despite his eyes being wide open. Everything hurt, not quite as much as it had when those silver abominations where around but the pain was still intense none the less. But as he lay there on the sandy beach relishing in the warm sand he could feel something light touch his body. He wasn't quite sure what it was but he felt it could do him no harm. So he allowed unconsciousness to take him into its embrace. Perhaps he could simply sleep off this whole sordid affair.
56 minutes post detonation
He was rudely awoken by the dull ache of his skin and what felt like breathing in needles. Everything inside of him hurt and so he dove back into the water in an attempt to snuff out his internal fire.
2 days 13 hours post detonation.
He had dragged himself ashore once again, laying in that softness that most certainly was not sand. Despite the fact he wasn't moving he was still in unending agony. As much as the water was his refuge from this nightmarish pain he still needed to breathe and rest, though he truly desired to do neither of the two. His skin felt as though it was on fire constantly as did most of his innards. The water would normally soothe and cool the fire but on land there was no refuge from its pure unbridled fury. He could only lay there until he gathered enough strength to pathetically crawl back into the ocean.
4 days 10 hours post detonation.
Everything was utter agony, ashore or no. His back felt as though it was tearing itself to pieces and he felt a burning heat and unnatural weight in his breast. That wasn't quite all. Despite his blurred vision and returning sight he felt weighed down. Muscle that wasn't supposed to be in his limbs where and it felt as though he was carrying extra weight on his back. If this was the pain needed for his sight back he'd gladly stay blind for the rest of his life.
1 week 3 days post detonation.
Once more it climbed back ashore greeted by the tempest that was his flesh. It could see more clearly now but the sights that greeted its vision disturbed it greatly. The lush forest that it had once called home was barren. Trees broken or otherwise twisted at an angle, ash coating every square inch of the island, but perhaps worst of all. Silence, a deafening unnatural silence. It knew somehow that everything on its island was dead. The feeling was everywhere. His home was no more.
1 week 5 days post detonation.
After trudging ashore it surveyed the sister island to the one it knew as home. This one was far worse off. There was nothing, and as it climbed the ridge in the middle of the island all that was there to greet it was a crater. After days of suffering it could now see clearly if not better than it used to, but in exchange.. It forced itself not to retch at the thought. It's skin was gnarled and wrinkled with a coal black color. The mere sight of it would make its flesh crawl if it still could. The searing pain that had once been felt on its back was exchanged for a dull throbbing and stinging as well as some uncomfortable weight. It's chest felt heavier and there was some sort of angry heat deep in its chest. It's muscles where packed to the limit and it walked a bit funny, taller, less hunched over. None of this was natural and it felt horrible both physically and on every level mentally. It was no longer what it once was, the light had stripped it of everything it had once had and thrust this terrible life onto it. It felt utterly hollow. All it wanted to know was why? But as he surveyed the horizon it got its answer. There sitting almost smugly on the ocean was one of them. Instantly it knew that somehow THEY where responsible for the light, the pain, the changes, everything! It wanted nothing more now than to hunt them down and slaughter them all like the animals they were. No not even animals would be capable of concieving of such twisted cruelty. These things where monsters, and it would kill every last one of them if it was the last thing it did. Like that with a goal in mind it walked to the water's edge and entered its sanctuary. He would swim for miles if he had to.
The world did not know what they had unleashed. On an island near Japan, there where a group of people. The people of Odo island, they knew. They had worshiped it as a deity long before they knew it was given flesh. They had called this God by one name.
As it turned from the land and back into the ocean Gojira could only feel grim satisfaction. They had turned his home into a delsolate wasteland and he has repayed them in kind. They had stripped his ability to feel anything physically and he repayed them in kind. And he would not stop until he had killed them all or was killed himself. He would welcome either.
I am the dark lord Alucard Wesker. I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare!
Current Residence: U.S.A Favourite genre of music: Metal Favourite style of art: Anime MP3 player of choice: Ipod vid Favourite cartoon character: Schrodinger (surprisingly) Hans Gunche and Alucard Personal Quote: Everyday humans come one step closer to self-destruction. Im not destroying the world Im saving it.
Favorite moviesGodzilla vs DestroyahFavorite TV showsHellsingFavorite bands / musical artistsDisturbedFavorite booksHellsingFavorite writersKohta Hirano, Misashi KishimotoFavorite gamesResident evil 5 + Mercenaries 3D, Resistance 3Favorite gaming platformps3 (weskertriple6)Tools of the Tradekeyboard / cellphoneOther InterestsHellsing, Resident evil, and yes this may be corny but the 90's godzilla movies