Some time ago, on
the Asian island of Japan, a great terror arose from the
Pacific...
On board the Japanese submarine Yamitsu...
"Captain!" calls a man posted at a
radar station. "Come quick! Look!"
The
captain peers at
the dimly lit bleeping screen,
"My god!
I've never seen such an enormous transfluxual pull on the surface of
the ocean!"
Then all of a sudden the Yamitsu and it's
valiant crew were plucked out the ocean
and rose high
into the air. Then, with extreme violent
force, the Yamitsu was split in two
by an unseen
monstrosity. The crew was flung into the
ocean, screaming, never to be
seen again.
At the Tokyo Center For Naval Training...
"Excuse me sir," calls a professor
running down a narrow corridor to catch up to
one of his
superiors. "Could I have a word
with you? We seem to have lost contact
with
the Yamitsu and
her crew. Things were running smoothly
until about half an hour ago
when the
detected....when....when they detected a transfluxual distortion of tremendous
proportion,"
he said worriedly.
"What was it caused by?" asked the
commander perplexed.
"A distortion this big could only have
been caused by," he paused, "well...a
distortion this
big could have only been caused by Godzilla."
The commander gasped in shock. "Was there any visual contact
established?" he
asked.
"No sir, but our indications lead us to
believe that the only possibly cause could
only be Godzilla
based only the fact that the distortion was so big."
"Very well. It is imperative that we establish visual
contact before we take this
whole thing way
to far. Tell the pilot to determine his
course, if he is headed for Tokyo
we must take
necessary actions."
"At once sir."
45 minutes later on board a navy helicopter
above the Pacific Ocean...
"Good lord! It is Godzilla! I never believed I would see him again! Tokyo is
doomed!"
The city of Tokyo was prepared for such an
attack. Godzilla had repeatedly
bashed the city
time and time again for many years. The
city was evacuated as soon as it
was known that
Godzilla was headed towards the city and the military forces massed
along the
coastline where he would arrive. Hopes
were high that Godzilla would be
killed and
stopped forever. The experimental Super
X was in it's final stages of testing
and would be
implemented if necessary. The soldiers
grew more and more afraid as the
time came of
Godzilla's arrival, they feared for they lives, but they knew that he must be
stopped, no
matter what the cost.
Time passed and the men grew weary. They stood their guard scouring the shore
for first site of
the monster. Then, with horrific volume,
Godzilla growls could be heard
through the
haze. The sound bellowed through the
silent city, and out into the
countryside. The time had come for the war against
Godzilla.
The soldiers, in many rows, must have numbered
into the hundred thousands.
They manned their
battle stations and prepared themselves for the onslaught. As
Godzilla came
into firing range the site was blazing with explosions and alive with noise.
They bombed on
Godzilla with all they had, unloading tons of missiles and bullets. They
attacked from the
ground by tanks and rocket launchers, and by air with war planes.
There efforts
were futile. Godzilla, barely slowed by
the assault, unleashed his raw
energy upon
anything standing in his way. The
soldiers watched him climb onto the land
and out of the
ocean. They quivered with fear, for they
knew their fate. As Godzilla
passed through
the lines of men and artillery they were crushed under his feet. He kept
walking, on to
Tokyo. As he moved toward the city the
general knew what must be done.
"Prepare the Super X. We must save the city! This is our last line of defense!"
The Super X, a compact hovercraft, was small
but very lethal. Laced with heavy
armor and
apocalyptic weaponry it's sole purpose of construction was to defeat Godzilla,
once and for all.
The Super X was fired up and slowly headed
toward Godzilla. The two pilots had
the weight of the
Tokyo resting on their shoulders, it was up to them. As they prepared to
attack Godzilla
didn't even notice them. They armed a
dozen protoplasmic missiles and
fired them
directly at him. The monster growled in
pain and swayed. The missiles
impacted him
severely. Godzilla stared at the small
machine. Then, with plenty of
ammo left, they
armed themselves again. Endomorphine
missiles, to slow him down,
were fired, and
again they hit the already stunned monster.
The Super X was really
damaging
him. Now they would go in for the kill.
The Super X was ready to kill Godzilla. He was stunned and swayed back and
forth, looking
around lazily. The pilot armed the
nuclear tipped superergonomic
missiles. With his finger pressing down on the button
he knew he was going to be the
one to save
Tokyo, and kill Godzilla. The city of
Tokyo had no mercy for him, and the
missiles were
fired. The missiles impacted and
exploded with such violent force as I
have ever
seen. Godzilla did not fall right
away. He stood swaying, trying to stay
up, but
his efforts
failed. He fell to the ground and
everyone knew that that was the last of
Godzilla.
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