Battra's FuryEarth's angerBattra's Fury8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A crimson glow
In the form of retribution
Leaving Earth in destituion....
Battra, save the Earth
What's left of Mother Nature,
Is of great worth
You are a creature
Wrought by Earth's anger
You are the teacher
Of what can be danger....
Humanity does nothing but destroy
Leaving the environment in ruins
It is just an elaborate ploy
Cities will be left in strewns
Battra is Earth's hope now
He can restore things back
Mercy is not upon his brow
He only bears retributional fact....
PR:GF Episode 2PR:GF Episode 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*The next morning, Logan wakes up and headed into the kitchen of the apartment. He turned on the counter TV to the Japanese news network*
News Anchor: *translated from Japanese* The true nature of the tragic sinking of the Nippon Maru II has yet to be explained. Eye witness reports claim that a giant sea creature was behind the ship's sinking. One of the passengers aboard at the time was Tsubasa Hiroshita, the oldest child to Tenruto Hiroshita of the Hiroshita technology firm. While he was not present on any of the accounted lifeboats during the incident, he and three Americans were able to make it back by reasons currently unknown.
Logan: *raises an eyebrow* Huh? How does he know we're still alive?
Tsubasa: *walks into the kitchen* Eh? Is something wrong, Logan-san?
Logan: I just saw the news how do they know we survived the sinking?
Tsubasa: Oh, well, last night while I was watching the news, I saw that the ship sinking was all over the news. I did the only thing I thought was r
Kaijuology 101Kaijuology 101Kaijuology 1015 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Dr. Wilhelmina Lerna
As kaiju attacks have been going on the rise, many have been wondering what exactly a kaiju is. The First Age of Monsters is a subject that has been under taught in schools, seen as just a string of coincidental freak accidents and little more. Now that we are experiencing the Second Age of Monsters, it has become clear that the giant creatures are much more than that. Yet what makes a kaiju different from other animals? How do they come to be? Precious few know the answers to these questions, and kaijuologists like myself have been working for years to improve those answers. This purpose of this short essay is to state, in layman's terms, what a kaiju is, how they come to be, and the different classes of kaiju are.
What Exactly is a Kaiju?
The word "kaiju" is Japanese. Roughly translated, it means "strange beast" or "monster."
Godzilla X Neon Genesis Evangelion 1.0 PrologueGodzilla X Neon Genesis Evangelion 1.0 Prologue1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
July 10th, 1947: 53 years prior to Second Impact and few days after the Roswell UFO Incident.
In an undisclosed secret location, two men, one was an American General and the other a man in his late thirties in a green trench coat holding a cane in one hand and a fold in the other, look to see what really crashed into earth from space a few days ago. What stood in the hangar was what looked like a massive meteorite-like form that also looked organic in appearance with vein like growths and pulses a yellow hue every so often.
“So I guess it really wasn’t weather balloon.” The man in the trench coat said with sarcasm as the observe the object.
“Well as you can see it’s not some spaceship full of little green men, it is from space though. The eggheads say it’s organic and is emitting a constant field of EMPs, we’re lucky to even be getting any readings.” The General explained as he turns to the ot
The battle of the Orochi SpawnThousands of years ago the Earth was, a monster roamed the land, destroying everything in its pass.The battle of the Orochi Spawn6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No one knows from where Orochi came, a creature of pure evil, or a force of nature, which simply lashed out at mankind, all records of its origin were erased from history through time itself.
Orochi destroyed everything in his path before The Sun God Utsuno Ikusagami, an alien or heavenly visitor found its way to Earth, engaged in a battle and defeated the monstrous serpent.
After the fierce battle, each of Orochis eight heads was severed. Each head, however, carried life on its own and slithered to the far corners of the world and from the damaged husk a brand new creature burst open, each turned into its own beast. Each head had carried with its last piece of life a certain power or element... Fire, Earth, Water, Wind, Thunder, Venom, Light and Shadow.
The legend tells that if the 8 beasts fight each other, the loser would give his power to the victor, who would augment his or he
devilman vs hellsing 28An few days later Pip was walking down the streets in lower parts of london late at night and he was alone.While pip was holding groceries to his chest he then saw an injured woman on the streets.Pip gasp.”Oh no.” Pip said he then ran over to the poor woman and put his hand on her back she was still breathing…Pip then picked her up in his arms….devilman vs hellsing 282 years ago in Profiles More Like This
She looked at pip tears came out of her eyes…”demons…Demons…” she said then she fainted
Pip was shocked…”i better get to the hellsing mansion.” Pip thought An few hours later when pip returned home And put the woman on the bed in the guest bedroom.
“so you are saying this woman might have been an victim to an demon.” Integra asked
"which is why you could not bring her to the hospital…For her own protection.”
“yes…” pip said
“are you mad?”
“kind of but……y
Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.2)Godzilla: A Heart Ruptured (P.2)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
II: Dreams That Haunt
Heat blistered Miki’s face as flames wreathed around her like a maelstrom from hell. The air seemed baked dry, a Mercurean desert contaminated with the poison of humanity’s ill-willed creation. Her body seemed to burn but her nerves seemed so confused by what was happening that the pain dwindled into a dull sting. Miki gazed down at her hazy hands and felt her reptilian fingers clasp around one another -- half-melted pieces of flesh holding onto the dim memory of a life amidst tropical trees. She looked forward through the gray smoke and flashes of light. Fractured images of a broken dinosaur’s body lay wasted in the debris of human industry.
Little one! You mustn’t die! She felt a scream release from her radioactive maw but it merely seemed to echo behind the sound of annoying human artillery.
Miki leaned forward in an attempt to see through the smoke, but fell victim to a terrible pain in her body. An eruption of fire and ma
G: Horse with No NameG: Horse with No Name3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Horse with No Name A Gorillaz Short Fic by Sam
The trouble with the United States was that it was so bloody big. The former-colonists had so much space and they didn't have a clue what to do with it, so they clustered along the coasts and in between lay infinite nothingness. Long windy interstates through farmland that turned into dessert that no one in their right mind would give two sticks for. This was what Murdoc Niccals found himself starring at as he stood on the mid-western motel balcony, nursing a bottle of scotch.
The neon lights of the 'VACANCY' sign cast a tacky, pinkish-red glow over the scene as the bassist surveyed it. He could see it reflected in the motel pool, which occupied the left portion of the courtyard. It bounced off the roofs of the cars, most of which were dwarfed by their gargantuan tour bus. Truthfully, he would've preferred to keep on driving straight through, but the space between Chicago and Las Vegas was vaster than he'd first tho
Mission 5 - Encounters - P3: Sol: ForsakenMission 5 - Encounters - P3: Sol: Forsaken3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was no way of knowing just how much time Solitaire had spent walking in a wide circle around both the Rogue and Rescuer headquarters, looping around in the same path over and over again. The heavily falling snow didn't fail to cover up her tracks whenever she returned to them. But luckily for her, the debris sticking out of the snow were perfect landmarks, so she knew just where she was whenever she made yet another round. Along the way, with her bright, glowing claws, the Sneasel managed to find a few stray teams and pokemon who were searching and calling out for their lost partners or for answers. And whenever she did, she would quickly explain the dire situation before sending them off to the tunnels.
It was a little strange, but she felt rather happy to be helping. No matter how simple her role seemed to be in this Mission, compared to others, she still felt that it was very significant to be able to show pokemon the way. Many times they would thank her whole-heartedly b
The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.The Tale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.
Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.
And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.
Between Life and DeathEvery time I think of it,Between Life and Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain comes back strong.
You hurt me so bad,
Made me feel so wrong.
I reached out for you,
But you weren't there.
I told you I would die,
But you didn't care.
I really don't know,
Why I didn't die that day.
I've tried to find out,
But I can't really say.
Sometimes I really wonder,
If I am still living,
Or if this is just a dream,
That some coma is giving?
When it comes down to it,
I really should be dead.
I wonder if you understand,
How bad it is what you said.
In between life and death,
Is how I'll spend eternity.
I wish I could understand.
Why you would ever hurt me.
ArrivalSlice through the eggs from pages unturned, rot in their casings from ancients' curse.Arrival2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe forth the magnetism of elegant damnation; thou shall never appreciate the preparation learnt.
Past years of initiation with bloodied clocks of telepathy, to forgive is not normality, it is only pure sympathy.
Of the births chosen to bind neatly, thou has defied their acquaintance; casted out into voids, never born to become famous.
But thou shall rule misguided waves of tremendous disfiguration, to separate and strengthen them; an immense preparation.
For the war is approaching, riding past the eyes of all, thou shall see the dead mist; I shall rule over all.
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.Unloved Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
Love AgainI wonder if I'll love again.Love Again2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was so in love with you.
Love doesn't come easy.
It's not something I do.
I never loved my mom.
I never loved my dad.
There was never any love,
In any relationship I had.
I'm not alone in this.
There are other's like me.
I met a man who didn't love,
His wife or girl of three.
And so I'll find a man,
Who makes me smile.
I may be looking,
For a little while.
Happiness doesn't mean love.
My heart won't be his.
I don't just fall in love.
That's just the way it is.
Deep WithinI've taken what I've held withinDeep Within3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And shoved my hand real deep
And pulled out what was inside
What I held so deep within me
It's black and hollow
And nothing can be heard from it
Even though it's screaming
No one's ears will it ever reach
It was thrashing, turning and pulling
On everything that held me together
Making everything it touched negative
And making me hard to be around
It killed my heart
It burned my soul
And threw it down a well
Because no one needs a heart or friends
When you have loneliness
The Boy and his GirlfriendThe boy loved his girlfriend so.The Boy and his Girlfriend2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More beauty than you could ever know.
She smiled at him so sweet.
She was so happy when they meet.
Lately he had turned ill.
He only lived because of will.
He had lived only for her,
But it was more than he could endure.
He took his final breath.
Laid forever to rest.
The girlfriend stared for a while.
On her face she wore a smile.
She wasn't at all shaken,
For his life she had taken.
For her he would die.
She knew it wasn't a lie.
For it's souls that she craves.
Brought to his final days.
Her love was one to fear.
A new boy was bound to be near.
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
Mission 5 - Encounters- Epilogue: ReunionMission 5 - Encounters- Epilogue: Reunion3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Solitaire sat against the rocky surface of the side of the Law Firm, staring off into the storm as other pokemon near the front of the base busied themselves with conversation and walked about as they waited for their allowance into the tunnels. She felt stiffened from the cold and ice, wishing Solace and Gale would hurry up so she wouldn't have to wait all by herself. She was becoming agitated and impatient.
A long while before, she had stopped her job of searching for lost pokemon and had returned to the Rogue's base to wait for her partners. As she waited, more pokemon came and grouped together, speaking to one another and creating a large and loud mess of questions and voices in the air. She had ignored it in favor of searching for Solace or Gale off in the far distance.
But she had been so busy scanning, waiting to see the forms of her team members rise out of the mist, that she hadn't noticed two icy blue eyes watching her closely, a smirk coming across the pokemon's face as p
Don't Talk to MeDon't talk to me. Just leave me alone.Don't Talk to Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was doing fine all on my own.
You ask me all about my day,
But I don't know what I'm to say.
I try turning my body around.
I face my head towards the ground,
But the conversation goes on still.
I wonder if I can fake being ill.
And as I knew all along,
My words start to come out wrong.
I feel my mind begin to trip,
And out my lips the words slip.
I wonder if my face is sinking.
I wish I knew what you were thinking.
I replay the scene over in my head.
All day I hear what I have said.
Why couldn't you just let me be?
I told you not to talk to me.
The StoriesTo moonlight shards of forever shaded cages, we glance deep within the unspeakable pages.The Stories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of blank stories spoken by the lost old, their weak skeletal hands breach the coarse, bloody mold.
So dead and shrill, fear damns beauty's lying words, brainwashing the weaklings, striking down the meek herds.
Endless pages of regret tear the hearts of none before, not a soul could take their power; their existence nevermore.
Alas, these stories shall never prevail, for the readers cannot see them; their timid souls forever fail, not a soul shall ever dream them.
The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.The Maiden of Morbidity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.
Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.
Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."
And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.