Posted by Archosaur on June 27, 2009, 1:53 am
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Godzilla, King of Monsters. Vore added, and sparing the monster at the end. Scene: The Island Ceremony Japanese dancers in traditional robes and ceremonial masks cavort around a fire at night. In a circle, the rest of the villagers sing and chant as a drum keeps time. An American naval officer turns to his colleague in the JDF. “What is this about?” he asks. “An ancient ceremony of our people.” replies the young JDF officer. “A ceremony to appease a legendary dragon of the seas: Gojira. It is performed to ensure a bounty of fish for the village. In the distant past, a young girl of the village was offered as a sacrifice.” The scene changes: a beautiful young Japanese woman with in a folded kimono with elaborately dressed hair seems out of place, kneeling on a raft in the high seas. The seas begin to boil, and a gigantic eastern dragon head (which looks suspiciously like one of King Gidorah’s) emerges from the boiling seas. The young woman’s white painted face shows fear, but she nonetheless, rises to do her duty for her village, and the kami of the seas. The jaws of the vast reptile gape open, and the woman steps forth from the raft onto the quivering tongue. As the dragon tilts his head back, the woman loses her footing and slides down into the dark cave of the throat. Her scream of fear is cut off by the thunder of closing jaws. There is a pause, as the dragon closes his eyes, perhaps savoring the delicacy he has in his mouth. Then his throat bulges with the liquid rumble of his swallow. Back at the island villager: The young JDF officer sees the horrified expression on the face of his American counterpart. “Fortunately, those days are long gone now.” He explains. “We no longer have people at sea being eaten by imaginary monsters.” The scene changes: A storm-tossed freighter struggles to make headway against fierce winds and waves. Ahead of the ship, the very sea almost seems to boil. Inside the bridge, the wizened face of the Japanese captain pears foreword into the gloom, trying to discern this threat to his ship. A flash of lighting reveals a vast fang-filled maw looming over his deck; the scaled visage of the leviathan glaring down at the panicked sailors upon the deck below. “Oh No! Its Gojira!” exclaims the captain. The jaws close about the ship and men below, and the metal of the ship groans and begins to buckle, as the vast dinosaur shakes his prize. Mortally wounded, the ship begins to sink once the vast dinosaur releases his grip. As Godzilla submerges, he glares balefully at the scene of the hundreds of passengers and crew desperately leaping into the churning sea. For a moment there is only the wind, rain, and sobs of the hundreds of survivors, clinging together upon the storm tossed sea. Then the sea begins to boil again. All about the swimmers, great living walls of flesh and teeth rise. Desperate people scramble across the rivers of water flowing across the broad tongue of the Godzilla, as the King of Monsters scoops up his dinner of living human flesh. He swings his terrible head sideways, scooping up the rest of the storm tossed swimmers. As the great reptile raises his head, the flailing limbs and forms of hundreds can be seen, waiving pitifully inside his vast jaws. Screams and pleas are cut off by the thunderclap of the jaws snapping shut. Godzilla pauses, eyes closing, savoring the struggles of his living meal, then with a rumbling swallow, his throat swells and an enormous bulge rumbles down his throat. After wiping out hundreds of people without a second thought, the leviathan utters a rumbling belch, and submerges.

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Posted by Archosaur on June 27, 2009, 2:28 am, in reply to "Godzilla, Fanfic"
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Scene: The Island: After the Storm Responding to the ringing bell, villagers, and the scientists scramble up the path towards the sea cliff. A steady booming echoed, growing louder each time, shaking the earth. As the scientists struggled to keep up, they saw some of the villagers at the edge of the cliff, waiving excitedly. A massive saurian head loomed overhead, open jaws blocking out the sun. The vast maw descended upon the villagers, as a massive tongue slurped grotesquely, squirming figures briefly visible before being licked up like ants. The islanders on the path stared in chock as the massive reptile raised his head, and a huge swallow echoed as the scaly throat pulsed. The jaws gaped open, empty once more. The islanders screamed and began to run down the narrow path. The pathway quickly clogged, as only so many were able fit down the narrow ravine. The ground began shaking again as the leviathan heaved itself over the cliff edge, cold eyes scrutinizing the scurrying morsels below. The jaws gape wide again. Saliva rains down on the fleeing villagers, who stare up at a a living nightmare. The sky has been replaced by a widening set of jaws, glistening tongue quivering, and a gaping throat undulating, expecting its next meal of living flesh. The broad tongue sweeps down again, gliding over villagers. Men throw themselves on top of their loved ones, vainly trying to ward off doom. The massive tongue slithers just past the scientists, carrying the pitiful wailing figures of the villagers. They stare in horror as the tongue retrieves its human catch, and the fanged jaws seal their doom. The mighty neck bulges and ripples, as more helpless souls begin their slide into the bloated reptile’s belly. The scientists throw themselves under a rock overhang, and crawl in as far as they can go. Behind them the world goes dark as the screaming begins again. As wet slurping fills the air as the moist muscle blocks the cave entrance, and slithers by. One desperate figure, sliding past, tries to grab the hand on one of the scientists. Too late; he is pulled from sight as massive man-sized fangs close together. They can see the pebbly surface of the throat ripple as a massive gulp echoes in the cave. The scientists wait in the cave for hours, until long after the booming and screams stop. When they emerge, the village has been devastated. Massive footprints have trampled homes into ruin, and small flattened human forms may be seen in some of the footprints. Other areas glisten, still drenched in salvia, where Godzilla lapped up the helpless villagers. The monster is nowhere to be seen. Sobbing villagers gather in the ruins chanting “Gojira! Gojira!” The town elder begins to proclaim that the sea gods are angry: that it is necessary to appease the sea dragon with sacrifices again.

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Posted by Archosaur on June 27, 2009, 2:30 am, in reply to "Re: Godzilla, Fanfic"
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Scene: Godzilla’s Train Set The massive leviathan stomps through the night, massive clouds of dust and smoke billowing up back light by the flames from behind. Occasionally, the huge reptile emits a peculiar squealing roar, incensed at the tiny creatures that had dared to assail him. A massive, scaled sole descend upon the train tracks, shaking the ground. The conductor sees the massive, scaled wall approaching, and attempts to apply the brakes. With sparks flying, the train is slowed, but still crashes into the scale armored pillar. The first car is crushes, and the rest of the train derails. Startled, the commuters of the packed train begin to evacuate the cars, helping each other to the ground safely. The massive reptile gives out a startled cry as the locomotive crashes into his ankle. He lashes out with a kick, grinding hundreds to gruel and sending two flattened cars flying through the night. All order gone, the crowds panics, and begin to pile forth from the cars as fast as possible. Cavernous jaws descend towards the squirming mass below. The broad, silky tongue drags over the packed crowds on the tracks. Those inside the cars see the glistening muscle slide over the windows, pitiful figures carried past with horrified eyes. Unable to swallow so many in one gulp, flailing figure fall from the jaws as the tongue pulls in a human pile of hundreds. Godzilla closes his eyes briefly, the hundreds of squirming figures budging the bottom of his jaw. Then, with a gurgling swallow, slides them into his belly. The remaining crowds on the tracks clamber over each other in their haste to get back in the cars. As the last figure struggles aboard, huge saurian jaws engulf the entire train car. Lights flash fitfully from the packed car, illuminating a vista of massive teeth and undulating tongue. Ahead, though a gaping hole where the car was torn in half, the undulating throat is clearly visible, ready to consume all. The passengers pound on the windows as the broad tongue wraps around the car, and sucks the crammed vehicle into the throat. The next five cars, all still attached, slide towards the hungry behemoth, each to be devoured in turn. As the colossal reptile rears up, a train car can be seen swinging from his jaws, while his throat expands and ripples, sending each car in a doomed train towards its final stop. As Godzilla sucks the last car into his jaws, the rear doors are forced open, and some passengers leap into the open air. One man catches a woman by her wrist, saving her from a fall. As they plead and argue, a massive tongue curls up behind her, and pushing both back into the train. Godzilla tilts back his head and swallows. Inside, the flickering lights reveal the massive tongue wrapping over the rear car, and pushing the car and screaming passengers into the wide throat. A view of pale, rippling flesh rolls past the windows; the occasional desperate human figure clinging to or sliding along. The entire car shakes and shudders to the deep booming of the mythic reptile’s awesome heart. With a gurgle and a slurp, the train car enters the vast, cavernous stomach. The car splashes down in a frothy soup. As passengers struggle free of the cars, a faint, blue light can be seen to brighten, and dim slowly. The slowly pulsing radiance is sufficient to illuminate the train cars, ship parts, whole boats and cars, and crowds of flailing human forms, all in an undulating, rippling cavern of flesh. Soon, the same mysterious processes that permit Godzilla to absorb radiation will also break down the vehicles, and the humans, within his belly into useful compounds. The metals will form join the metal lacing and reinforcing his bones and scales, while the human beings will melt into fatty fluids to build more flesh, or carbon diamond coating for the leviathan’s impervious scales. Nothing will be wasted, all will become a part of the massive beast.

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Posted by Archosaur on June 27, 2009, 2:34 am, in reply to "Re: Godzilla, Fanfic"
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Scene: Tokyo Tower The newscasters from atop Tokyo Tower have a breathtaking, if horrific, view of the destruction unfolding in Tokyo. Listeners around the world sit by their radios with baited breath, listening to the live broadcast covering the enraged leviathan assailing the metropolis. The massive creature tramples the city, casually walking through entire buildings, as the night sky is tinged with the light of the fires. A series of flashing lights attracts Godzilla’s attention, as photographers atop Tokyo Tower seek to get pictures for the newspapers. The massive reptile turns towards the tower, and begins stomping down the broad boulevard. “The creature has turned towards us. We don’t know what will happen now.” The underside of the approaching saurian head is under lit by the fires blow. Packed throngs in the streets scream and hold up their hands, as the massive taloned foot descends. A wet popping sound fills the air, as gore sprays from the spreading reptilian toes. Concrete gives away as the dinosaur places his full weight upon the foot. Crowds flee away from the carnage, only to be caught under the next massive footfall. “The creature’s strength is enormous” the reported says. The awesome creature pauses, snorting, next to the tower, cold eyes staring directly ahead at the reporters on the tower. Then, slowly huge jaws gape open again. “This is the end” says the broadcaster. Vast jaws envelope the tower, and a wet tongue begins lapping up the figure desperately clinging to it. The entire world hears the screams, bending metal, wet slurping sounds; and then, a deep rumbling gulp cutting off all voices. Scene: The Oxygen Destroyer The professor floated in the sea’s depths, the Oxygen Destroyer clasped in his armored gauntlets. The ultimate weapon of mass destruction, the Oxygen Destroyer would destroy anything organic within miles. It would spare any industrial infrastructure, and leave no harmful radiation. This would make it more attractive, and thus likely to be used, than atomic weaponry. Thus, the Professor had destroyed all of his notes, and intended to die with his invention this day. Ahead, he saw the shadow of the leviathan approaching. The great head, turned, attracted by his flashlight. The boat began pulling up his companion to the surface as the great leviathan walked across the seafloor towards the Professor. The Professor realized the weapon may not penetrate the inorganic scales, and so, as he was pulled up, cut his own line. Screams of dismay sounded from the boat as the armored form the Professor began to sink, falling towards the gaping jaws of the beast. Before he sank out sight, massive jaws were seen to encircle, than close about the sinking figure. The broad throat rippled, briefly swallowing the tiny figure. Ejected into the gigantic belly, the Professor pondered the undulating flesh visible in the pulsing light. The durable, rubbery stomach muscle would likely repel any explosives, even from within, and an atomic detonation would simply be absorbed by the reptile, making the creature even stronger. Only from within and only the Oxygen Destroyer had a change of killing this great leviathan. Listening to the great, booming, heartbeat, the Professor found that the prospect gave him no joy. He had abandoned his respect for all life in an all consuming passion for revenge, which had, he found, left him empty. This was perhaps the last of his kind, fierce and destructive, but surly no worse that the horrors mankind inflicted upon one another. If the Oxygen Destroyer killed the beast, than, eventually, such powerful weapon would be built again. Given time, and funding, what was known to work could be replicated. And then, the world may know of horrors worse than Godzilla, worse than the atomic bomb. No. The Oxygen Destroyer had to be a known failure. Decision made, he set the Destroyer to neutralize itself, its deadly reagents becoming harmless chemicals. Then, closing his eye, he opened his suit, to give himself to the great belly surging about him. Announcer: “We may never know what happened that day. Perhaps the Professor was killed. Or, perhaps, the Professor realized that the Oxygen Destroyer, if proven to work, would be an even greater threat to mankind than Godzilla. For whatever reason, Japan sighed in relief as Godzilla left the islands, taking away two great perils.” THE END?

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