Guest Special: "God vs. King - Godzilla vs. Cthulhu" by BlazingPhoenix and Promo · 2:18am Apr 2nd, 2021
I got quote the salvo coming rapidly down the pipe once proofings are done. Some heart, some laughs, and finally some plot. But, as a gift and promotion for my buddy, it is my honor to present this piece by the pen of Humanity's Stand author Blazing Phoenix.
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Gojira vs Cthulhu
Written by Blazing Phoenix
Story by Blazing Phoenix, Dr1ft0I, and Corona Blaze
In a world of deities, gods, and immortals, there were many forms of royalty and power. Many ways to express dominance over those under your sway. Some were chosen by the people, placed in control with promises of trust and respect to guide them to a brighter future. Some forced their way into power, dragging down all in their way to assert their will over the path forward. And some held no real control, only a wide reach of worship and adoration that elevated them far above a normal station.
And one stood above all, existing beyond the reach of mortal minds, but always present for those who searched for it. For this was the world it had made, and always it watched and observed, studying the flow of time and change under its ever-present gaze. Life moved, growing and waning, and all was well for the health of the planet.
But in one corner of the world, a titan was growing into its own, expressing its power freely and ruthlessly, impressing its will upon the mortals near its home. This creature was a mixture of nature and magic, a corruption of both into a hideous monster of great and terrible power. For years it molded the minds of its people to its will, turning them into devoted worshipers, forging a cult in its name and gathering their power for itself. All contact with the wider world was lost, and this isolated kingdom dove deeper into the darkness, heralded by their new god and ruler. It grew proud of its magnificence, demanding a name for itself, and the people provided it their word for the power of mind and magic.
Cthulhu, God of the Mind, was content. But then, decades into his reign, his people captured adventurers from a foreign land, come to find what had driven this distant kingdom into such strict isolation. Ripping the information from their minds Cthulhu learned of the world beyond his kingdom, and he did not like what he saw. Claims of other gods, other rulers of kingdoms who claimed to be his equal. An insult, sacrilege of the highest order. He would not stand for it. Only Cthulhu could claim to be God. Thus he gathered his armies and set out to the west, traveling across the oceans to the island kingdoms claimed by the fabled beast of the sea. His first conquest, his first success in claiming the planet for his own. And it was in this invasion that he found out a fundamental truth.
Gods mean nothing to Kings.
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Gojira sighed in pleasant relief in the noon-day sun, basking in the simple equatorial warmth atop his marble pedestal. It had been some time since his last offering from the people, but his previous meal was still filling enough that he felt no need to move for a while yet. It had taken him a few hundred seasons to adjust to the idea of these tiny beings providing these gifts to him for nothing other than respect, but he had warmed to the idea after seeing the potency of the sources they gave. The other factor that won him over was that the people demanded nothing of him in return. They simply respected him enough that they wished to pay him that respect in physical offerings. It was foreign to him, but kind and thoughtful in a way he’d never known he wanted.
And over time they’d expanded their gifts, teaching him about their lives, their feelings, their beliefs and wants. They were fascinating to him in their diversity, yet also in their unity. For while each was their own person they were collective in their desire to live peacefully and kindly, a goal he respected in turn. Hence his offer of protection for them, to guard them against the forces that might mean ill for these people who showed him a side of life he had never even known existed. And so the days turned into weeks into seasons upon seasons, and in this place Gojira found not just a people, but a home, and even his name.
The Species did not use names, not to his memory at least. There was simply the Alpha and the Pack. The leader who guided them and those who followed out of respect and fear. Gojira had shared this with the people, who were more than happy to call him Alpha, though they assured him that they did not fear him. For though he was so much more powerful than them he presented no threat, and thus fear was replaced by awe. Gojira didn’t fully understand their viewpoint, but he respected it and allowed them it, confusing as it was sometimes to be worshiped.
Then over time he met people from other places, both normal and powerful alike. Some of whom were fearful of him, some of whom were curious, and a few who were bizarre. He knew not what this ‘date’ was, but he was certain whatever it was was far beyond his interest. More sources was all he desired, and perhaps a few more stories of places far, far away that could entertain him.
And now here he was, laying atop one of the curious sculpted temples the people had built just for him, feeling the warmth of the sun on his scutes and spines. Perfectly pleasant, nothing else he could ask for. Though he was perhaps a touch bored. He wouldn’t mind a little bit of excitement, if only to give him something to do.
Gojira blinked, hearing a familiar voice. Not one of his little ones, but one of the visitors, one he remembered came with the one who spoke of ‘dates’. The maiden, female, strong-looking, was rushing up in a panic. It looked as if she swam her way here, but why? Curious, and a tad worried, he shuffled around on his throne to get a better look. The priestesses stopped her from approaching, but heard her out. After a period of distant shouting the priestess started helping her up the steps. She seemed injured and exhausted, tear tracks down her face and her body shuddering.
Gojira was quietly regretting his silent wish for excitement.
He rumbled as the little ones reached the peak of his pedestal, projecting his mind out to them in the way they had taught him.
“What troubles you, distant one?”
“We were heading for another city, R’lyeh, we saw its god-King, some terrible tentacled demon.” She shuddered, collapsing atop the marble throne. “It was horrible. Its mind invaded ours. My lover… she was broken by it. I can still hear its cruel voice. It stole knowledge from our minds… of the world outside its kingdom. And it intends to conquer… everything! Starting here! He’s coming, Lord Gojira! Cthulhu is coming!”
“Who?” Gojira had never heard of such an entity before, not in the rumblings of the earth or the motion of the tides. “What manner of monster is this?”
“I don’t know WHAT it is, only the who.” The woman dropped to her knees, tattered faerie wings buzzing in panic. “I could only see a vast void, a rip in reality… and then it CAME. I tried to see what I could but I was blinded by the darkness.”
Gojira snarled, feeling agitation build within him. “This beast dares to channel the darkest of magicks… then he must be destroyed. He threatens the world with his madness.”
Moving slowly to not unbalance the two mortals below him Gojira stood to his full height, his massive shadow falling upon the city below him. Now that he was awake and aware, he could feel a sensation of wrongness tainting the edge of his senses, as if a storm was brewing far over the horizon.
“He is coming.” Gojira sneered, his spines flashing with faint blue light. “Then I shall be ready for him.”
As the city around him exploded into action Gojira stepped down from his pedestal, striding through the wide avenues to the sea, activating his deep reserves of power and preparing himself for the fight ahead.
It was time for the King to defend his kingdom.
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Waves broke like glass before a hammer, the air crashing with the roars and snarls of his army as they moved across the surface of an unnaturally still ocean. The forces of the Great Dreamer walked the seas as if they were sliding over ice, the atmosphere unnaturally still, unwilling to move lest it draw the ire of the passing god. Though the sun still shone, the sky was dark, light failing to fall upon his forces, for it was unwelcome to touch such creatures of darkness.
The kingdom of the great sea beast, Gojira, was just over the horizon, the first of his many conquests of this pathetic world. The first islands he had passed had already fallen, wiped out and cast down by his forces. A fine test of their skills, though there was more for them to do yet. With his reach into the void beyond, he could already feel the minds of the slaves in the city, ripe for the picking. Soon they would feel his divine touch and accept his truth. His face rippled in his approximation of a smile.
All too easy.
A wave of his arm opened a portal to the edge of the city, ragged edges of reality straining against his power as his forces went through, pounding their way through the outer walls. Through his connection to the creatures he watched his goliaths smash and pound the walls, burn the citizens, and chomp any living thing in their reach. His krakens flying high, bringing down the wrath of lightning and his corruption onto anything that stood and fought. Wraiths slipped through defense and cut down all in their voidsight, behemoths brought lava up to the surface and trapped groups of slaves in place to be immolated, and gorgons harvested the fearful masses with acid and detonating flesh. It was a beautiful sight, and it cooled the cackles of his pumping organs.
Where is your King, little servants? He asked of the city, his voice stretching over the collective minds within. Where is your hope? It is dead, for I have come. Face your doom and embrace the eternity beyond. Come to me in death and your life will have its meaning granted at last.
Despair, terror, pain, and the sour taste of death. Everything he ever wanted, here for the taking. And that foolish lizard was nowhere to stop him. Victory was his, as it should be, and always would be. The god of this world was reaching out, and the world would soon be in his grasp.
Tremble, mortals, and die for me.
But suddenly it all stopped. His army came to a halt, the city disappeared, and Cthulu realized that what he had been assaulting had never been there at all. A new emotion rose up within him, one he only had a name for by raping it out of the minds of the warriors who had dared to stand against him. Rage.
The ‘ground’ his army had stood upon was merely a tiny sandbar island, featureless and plain in the most infuriating way. No life was upon it save for his own forces, and upon the island he could sense the fairer magicks trapping his forces in place. A simple matter to free them, and he was about to do so… when he felt something move through the outer reaches of his sight. Something so massive his mind’s eye couldn’t take it in all at once, forcing him to clutch his brain as he changed his sight to remove the pain.
Distracted as he was by the assault on his senses he could do nothing as the thing approached the island, and the moment it drew closer the fair magics jumped in power, locking him out entirely. The glass beneath him shattered as he flew forward, driving himself towards the island through the rent space ahead of him, drawing every bit of his influence into himself so that he could shatter the barrier. But before he got there it appeared.
A mass of dark flesh ripped out of the ocean, sending the waves about it crashing over the sandbar, nearly washing away his army as it stood up from the shallows. Taller and taller and taller it loomed, until even the largest of his army barely stood as tall as its foot. Its body was pure mass, armored hide over towering weight, spines like mountain peaks and claws as sharp as swords.
For the second time this day Cthulhu was experiencing a new feeling, one he normally only inflicted upon his slaves. Fear. Fear that he was not the supreme power he was supposed to be.
The creature snorted contemptuously, snarling down at his army as if they were nothing more than bugs to be stomped. Its tail swept across the ocean behind it, sending a small tsunami out into the open ocean, crashing against the barrier around the island. Finding nothing of interest in his forces, the titan instead looked out over the waters… and right at him. Instinctively Cthulhu wiped a cloak of darkness over himself, shrouding him from light, yet still he was observed.
What are you, creature? Cthulhu demanded.
“I am the Alpha, the predator that stands, the ruler of the calm seas. And you are not welcome here, abomination. Time to die.”
Cthulhu sneered, projecting the full weight of his malice and hatred upon the creature who dared to stand against him.
Only I may cast death upon my enemies. You shall feel its sting this day!
With an unspoken command the army launched into action, driving forward to attack the titan with reckless abandon. The monster barely moved as they first attacked, seemingly bemused by the tiny creatures and their attempts to harm him. Fire parted over his hide like water, acid failed to even melt his scales, and lava did less than nothing. Blade and claw and bite broke upon his armor, and through it all it stood unmoved. Then light started to glow at the end of its tail, and the army began to retreat, to no avail. The light traveled all the way up the titan’s back as it breathed in a hurricane of air, drawing the army back through the force of its drawing vacuum. Then it unleashed hell in the form of a hail of blue flames, so hot that the sand beneath his army flashed to glass as their bodies were melted away into ash, wisps of their magic floating away in the wind created by the fire storm. In an instant Cthulhu’s army was gone, wiped out in total.
This was not going according to plan.
With a swipe of his tail the titan sent the dust of the army waving off into the sea, once again turning its gaze upon him.
W-what… what are you?
“Gojira. Your reckoning. Now fall.”
An ear splitting roar thundered through the barrier, striking his sensitive hearing and causing Cthulhu pain in a form he had never experienced. The magical barrier came down, and Cthulhu could feel the full force of the titan’s magical energy washing over him. And in that moment he knew he was up for a fight.
Cthulhu snarled, drawing all of his magic together to craft a new spell.
You first.
Reaching out with his power Cthulhu wrapped his mind around the sandbar and began to lift. The titan started forward but quickly came to a halt as its feet refused to meet the ground again. It looked below it at the ground it had left behind, swaying unsteadily as it continued to rise. Cthulhu pressed his mind down upon the titan from all sides, constraining its movements and then constricting, pulling it tight into itself.
You think you can stand to me, the god of this world?
With a flick of his tentacles Gojira’s throat was closed and compressed, cutting off his breath.
You think that mere size can threaten me? Me, the lord of dreams and the land beyond consciousness?
A twist sent Gojira facing downwards, head pointed straight at the ground.
You think you will live while I demand your death? No. I decide the fates. I chose the ends.
Gojira hovered thrice his height above the sea below, enough to be certain it would shatter upon landing.
And this shall be yours.
The grip disappeared and in an instant Gojira fell towards the waves below, impacting hard enough to send a wave washing over the entire sandbar.
How pitifully easy. A disappointment that his army was destroyed, but they could be replaced. Improved upon even, such that a creature such as that one could not stand in his way again. Perhaps these ones should be made from pieces of the titan’s corpse? That would be useful. Now what sp-
The ocean, having returned to its glassy state, shattered beneath him as a blue beam cut through his tail, creating an unbearable agony. He stepped out of reality in a panic, reappearing on the sandbar as his tail sprouted from its severed spot, giving him a shudder as his body was made whole again. It should not have been possible, as such a height should kill any mortal creature. Yet possible or not, it had happened, so now it was time to deal with the creature who refused to obey the commandments of god.
Weaving spells with the energy of his fallen army, Cthulhu sent out a pulse of darkness that would destroy or cancel any fairer magics in his reach. That would surely be enough to cripple this beast, making the ending of the conflict that much easier. Yet as he reached out to find his foe, that impossible energy hadn’t diminished at all.
Impossible! He raged. No magic can withstand my darkness!
The ocean erupted behind him, Cthulhu turning to see Gojira snapping at him, which he just barely avoided by stepping back out of reality again.
“I am not magic. I am this world’s past. The reality before the Creator. The last of the age of death.”
Gojira moved impossibly fast for its bulk, closing in on Cthulhu and swiping with its paws, which Cthulhu deflected with his grip of darkness.
“I watched as beings from beyond the world came to spread pain and death, feeding from the suffering they caused. You are like them, but so much less.”
SILENCE!
Stretching with all his rage Cthulhu pressed a rite of sealing into the titan’s body, hoping to lock it into place. Yet it refused to be still, pushing with impossible force to break the seal as easily as Cthulhu snapped mortal minds.
“The Creator had to reforge itself to stop the tide, yet the damage was done. Life the world over was corrupted, made violent, mad, unthinking. I alone stood against the chaos. I alone withstood the corruption. I… alone. Remain.”
Cthulhu roared, unleashing every bit of psionic force he could summon. There was no spell, no intent or craftsmanship to his desire. Only pure, violent, destructive intent. You shall not any longer!
The blow of pure force struck Gojira like the face of a mountain, yet still it plowed forward.
“I alone of the old world survived. The Creator recognized me and charged me with one task, one purpose above all others. To prey upon those who seek to make themselves predators. To stand above the beasts and demons as higher. To rule the violent, the destructive, and malevolent. To be the king of the monsters.”
There was no time for fear, no time for retreat, time for nothing but more attacks, more rage, more rebellion. This could not be happening, he would not let it happen!
What is a king to a god?! He demanded, expending every drop of power he could to enlarge his form to be equal in height to his tormentor. He threw himself into a charge, wrapping his tentacles around Gojira everywhere he could reach, seeking to choke the titan, to break its limbs, anything, everything! But then he froze as he felt a clawed hand enclose around his head, pressuring his skull and forcing it to begin to fracture.
You are no god. You are merely a spirit given flesh. Flesh I shall now take away.
The voice was in his head, not audible but pressured through the claws poking through his flesh. An impossible blue glow filled his vision.
So decrees the king.
The last thing he saw was a maw filled with teeth opening, revealing a pale cerulean light that rushed out to meet him. And he knew no more.
The God of Dreams fell into darkness that was no longer his, and there was nothing left.
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It wasn’t often that the twin guardians of magic made an appearance, but Gojira knew this was a case that demanded both of their attention. The corruption that encompassed the sea required their aid to remove, for though he was strong he had no access to the powers they wielded. Gojira watched passively as beams of magic swept across the ocean, cleansing the barely visible taint of shadow from the waves.
The effort took the entirety of the day, but by the time they were done Gojira was satisfied that the last of the former god’s malice and evil had been removed from his kingdom. It had been an unusual encounter, but one that Gojira could honestly say had not driven him to his limits like he had feared it might. Had the beast been more intelligent it might have posed a threat, but as was often the case for such malefic creatures their arrogance blinded them to reason and logic.
“A fitting end for such a fool.”
Gojira looked up as the two guardians approached him, putting his thoughts to the side to address the magical beings respectfully.
“My thanks for your efforts in cleaning the mess that monster created,” he told them. “Such would have cost the people of my kingdom dearly had they tried themselves.”
“Yeah, well, that’s our job,” the darker moth said with a tilt of its wings. “We clean up the messes magic makes. Usually because of mortals being stupid.”
The lighter moth chittered at her partner. “Come on, brother, be charitable. They usually mean well, they just overestimate their abilities. We are meant to protect them after all, even from themselves.”
Battra scoffed. “Then maybe they should do better so we don’t have to protect them from themselves all the time. Either way, nicely done Alpha. That monster would have given us trouble with his power to mess with magic.”
Gojira shrugged. “It was unintelligent, arrogant. Between the two of you I’m sure you’d have found a way.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Mothra chirped at him. “You know, we should spend more time together. The three of us are some of the only waking titans on Terra. I feel like we could be friends if we just tried.”
Battra rolled its compound eyes and started to fly away, saying as it left, “I don’t do friends.”
“Grouch!” his sister shouted after him. She turned to Gojira and waved her wings apologetically. “Don’t mind him, he just takes his job too seriously. But really though, if you ever want to just talk about things, let me know.”
“How?” Gojira asked incredulously. “I don’t have magic with which to reach out and speak with those beyond my sight.”
In response Mothra’s antenna glowed briefly, covering him in a soft golden aura which swiftly faded away. “There, now I have your signature. If ever you want to talk to me you can just think of me and I’ll know it's you!”
Gojira pondered this for a moment, curious about when and why he’d use this new ability, but guessed it didn’t matter for the moment, harmless as it was. “As you say. Now, I must return to my kingdom. I leave you and your brother to cleansing the monster’s kingdom and sealing his magic away.”
“Easy enough to do now that the guy is dead,” Mothra cheerfully said. “See you around Gojira. Don’t be a stranger!”
Gojira huffed pleasantly. “In my view the whole world is strange, but perhaps that is for the better. My normal can no longer exist, and thus strange is fine for the world I now live in.”
“Strange can be beautiful, if you let it,” Mothra told him. “Goodbye Gojira.”
“To you as well,” Gojira returned, watching in silence as the guardian of light flew away. A curious creature, but not an unpleasant one. He had no idea why she fixated on conversation, as Gojira had little interest in speaking overly much, but perhaps she’d be content with doing the talking for him, if ever they met again. For himself, he was content knowing that his kingdom and the world at large was safe and that a mad monster had been defeated, never to trouble him or anyone else again. For now at least the work of the Alpha was complete.
And thus the God of Dreams faded into memory, though an imprint of his brief existence would remain behind, festering in his former empire as it was buried by magic and sea, til none alive could recall it had ever existed at all.
THE END
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And to add some fun to the mix, a snippet of what's to come.... Something I've sat on for faaar too long...
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Canterlot
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Chibi Moon busily worked in her study, having taken the precaution of moving her build project to a rental studio away from the castle and school. Partially to allow privacy and ensure her Sensei didn't catch on, and partially in case this went south and she had to try several times. Clad in a chef's hat and apron, she gathered her materials together, all the delicious foodstuffs and ingredients she had amassed so far, all set atop a scroll with Neighponese and Equestrian runes written upon it. Biting her tongue as she concentrated after downing another mug of coffee, Chibi Moon's horn ignited and she grinned.
Time to make a cake!
It had taken a few extra jaunts to some other very strange worlds, some of which she only had a faded memory of, to get back to where she started. Frankly she was very confused on how she ended up where she did, but she was an heiress to a 1,000-year lineage of magical warriors, living in a country ruled by two immortal diarchs with chimeric bodies of different races, and was the apprentice to a gigantic unicorn who was actually a 100-meter tall, radioactive, nigh-indestructible, mutated dinosaur. Normality and questioning the fantastic were simply not in her vocabulary, she didn’t lose sleep over how it all worked, nor should anyone else either.
There were far more important things to worry about, like the gathered ingredients before her. Mariner “Chibi” Moon observed all that she had gathered around, near and far with a studious mind. True, some of them certainly looked way more edible in a cake than others, but the spell should take care of all that. She certainly was aiming high, but there was some comfort even if maybe this cake would not being the best a star chef could bake. If her sensei could withstand spewing out high-temperature streams of radioactive plasma, she figured nothing she could possibly cook up would be so bad as to give Godzilla a stomachache.
Setting out all the ingredients upon the enchanting rune she had chalked into the ground, with the scroll from her homeland’s magical incantation mixed with that of archaic equestrian magic in hoof. Chibi put her hooves together and cracked her wrist, biting her tongue as magic charged up across her horn. To make it all come together, no matter how diverse the ingredients and how far-flung their origins were, the spell was to make them all come together into the best cake they could be. With a little bit of wincing and befuddlement, she levitated the removed tail hairs of Pinkie Pie, her volunteer chef, from the bag they were in. The moment they were free, the hairs pushed back out to the exact same shape they were in life upon her body, making it look like she had literally just picked her tail up and hoofed it over to Chibi.
To be fair, that was exactly what she did.
Chibi placed the tail hair upon the ingredients and the marking on the ground, before concentrating with every ounce of focus she had. She drew up not only her own magic, but the inherent magic granted to her as her mother’s successor. She was to be the Lunar Guardian one day, and after a little pep talk she was feeling more confident about that. Confident enough that she intentionally drew upon the fragmentary abilities the Silver Crystal had granted upon her to amplify her magic further.
To make all come together in the perfect sequence. That was what the spell was for, and that is exactly what she had to do. The luminance took hold of all of the ingredients in a uniform brightness, sinking it together in a uniform solid mass of light. She saw it condense into a vaguely barrel shape, before shifting into a more layered appearance of decreasingly sized cylinders that composed the iconic cake shape. Chibi’s jaw began to drop and a gasp as she marveled at how beautiful it was becoming! True, it wasn’t necessarily to the standard of a superb baker, no spell could ever replicate that kind of talent, but this was meant to be from her and this was far and away superior to anything she could personally make with her own hooves. She wasn’t Auntie Jupiter after all, but this wasn’t at all shabby!
It was towering, it was layered with beautiful blues and pinks, it was-… standing up? Glowing eyes in the same coloration as the surge crystal Xenilla had given her snapped open on the trunk, a facsimile of a toothy maw appearing with the same hues as Pinkie Pie’s tail.
Chibi Moon’s jaw further dropped
The cake almost unfolded upon itself, like it had been compacted into a shape or was some kind of animal that curled up to go to sleep and was getting back up upon awakening. It grew in size until reaching roughly the same height as Princess Luna, clearly emulating an equine shape while still sporting all the hallmarks of being created from a confectionery. A mane of pink frosting flipped back and separated into two giant twintails that resembled Chibi’s mother’s infamous “meatball tails”, as toothy ‘lips’ split in a manic cackle.
“I AM Kooky Keki! For too long cake has been consumed by all, and now I take my sweet revenge!”
Hell to the yes, that was metal as hell.
The King of Monsters has faced *King Ghidorah* so let's be honest the Great Dreamer is mincemeat compared to him.
There are no words in this realm that can accurately express how SO INCREDIBLY FREAKING AWESOME THIS WAS.
...except maybe those words.
a few things I'd like to note for the curious:
Yes, gojira can speak psychically with anyone 'open-minded'[i.e. magical beings and psychic hybrids], meaning he does, genuinely, have a voice amongst the mortals.
The 'Adventurer' who warned Gojira of Cthulhu's attack is Madame Sinmaria Glasswing, High Priecess of bah-Rhest and one of Lea Monde's ambassadors. She's a 12 foot tall 'Dark faerie' warrior and was very close with her companions, who Cthulhu drove insane[some of them didn't survive butt hose who did would, eventually, recover.]
Cthulhu both is and isn't natural. He's not actually a demon so much as a malicious 'Living Nightmare' from Kaddath, the dreamlands, who found a way into the waking world. hence why his powers are so bizarre.
Cthulhu would technically only count as a Category 4 kaiju: Incredible unique powers, but he's actually very small and frail and his ego make him relatively easy to fight against.
Lastly, Gojira's power level here can be best summed up as 'Imagine GVK or KOTM fighting style, but accelerated'. Because gojira feeds on radiation, his worshipers have been feeding him magicite crystals. So in a way Pre-toba gojira was outright superhuman compared to Modern!Gojira.
This was real noice, excellent
nice ministory
and it's great to see that you're finally updating Birthday Bash
This was an utter joy to read.
Thanks for sharing this!
Nices Godzilla vs Cthulhu is something fans have been waiting forever to see Godzilla in hell only trying doing a fight between them and mini moon has made a cake monster pinkie is not going to like this
This was a fun read. Love the portrayal of Gojira as an old, experienced protector while Cthulhu is an arrogant being that wants to do the alien conqueror routine due to being invincible in his home only to be effortlessly defeated by an unimpressed Gojira.. The appearance of Mothra and Battra was adorable, especially how Mothra wants to be friends with Gojira thinks of Battra as a grouchy brother.
The preview of the Chibi special is hilarious. I expected her cake baking would go wrong, but I didn’t expect the cake to backfire so hard that itbecame a Chibi-shaped cake monster that wants to conquer the world. The preview made me laugh so much,
Epic.
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Was Gojira's breath comparable or stronger than Junior's breath during this time?
Very amusing story, and great job showing Gojira doing HIS job.
I love the slow realization from Cthulhu how outmatched he is and the interaction between Gojira and Mothra at the end. And Battra being Edge Moth.
Really nice!
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Ever seen GVK? should be in theaters now. Because in the Pre-toba era it could easily match his breath attack just before the hong Kong Brawl where he PUNCHED A HOLE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!!!!
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So I guess in pre-Toba era he was as strong overall as Keiser Ghidorah? Or stronger?
It alive, it alive
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he was capable of running at speeds nearly matching Modern rodan's speeds. He didn't fight GKG, he fought TYRANT Ghidorah[who may or may not be GKG and Des-Gs dad.]
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Okay, so what else could Gojira pre-Toba do? And how strong would Tyrant Ghidorah be? Or just make profiles for them?