Nightfall was closing in on Tokyo. Blue lights lit up a fraction of the darkness. A blue beam heading to the sky soon followed. Citizens of Japan gazed upon the light in both confusion and amazement. A massive dark figure appeared in Tokyo Bay.
A team called the 'Anti-Kaiju Squadron' headed out of their base, ready to combat the monster. Omori Yoshida, the Anti-Kaiju Squadron Commander, and Takahiro Kurosawa, the First Lieutenant, took their separate teams and waited.
F-15J jets flew into the scene and launched missiles at the monster. Missiles struck Godzilla in the face, neck, and chest. Type 24 tanks approached, firing off
The buildings and towers crashed to the ground as Orga made his way through Wuhu. Normally he would wait to destroy things until there was a purpose for it, but he was fond of the new abilities Destroyah and Gamera had so kindly given him. The yellow horn atop his head, the shell covering his back. He felt power. Delightful power that he had never tasted before.
The rampage was nice as well. He listened to the subtle screams of the primitive humans travel down with the rubble as he slammed his fist into a neon skyscraper and chortled with delight.
But as delightful as the destruction of Wuhu was, something felt…empty.
Cowritten by Dawson Balencia (Dawsbfiremind)
The city stood still. Shanghai had been evacuated after receiving reports of a monster. Many people weren't so lucky. The monster had attacked during the evacuation.
A lone survivor, one of many remaining in Shanghai, crawled over the rubble of ruined buildings, their metal supports still glowing white-hot from being sliced apart by a superheated blade.
As the survivor neared the top of the heap, he felt the ground shake once, coinciding with the sound of a giant foot hitting the ground behind him.
He looked toward the sound slowly, dreading what he might see.
It was Destor