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When the Age of Heroes ended, the Age of Monsters began. It had to have been hundreds of years ago, when the Power Rangers left the Earth. A mission required them to head to the stars, a planet long since destroyed and abandoned that for whatever reason seemed active again. No one really knew how long they were supposed to be gone, but all had hope they would come back some day. But weeks had turned to months… months had turned to years… and in those years, you did not need to look to outer space to see what snuffed out the light, and enveloped Earth in darkness. Kaiju had come back to rule. In 1999, Kamacuras had demolished most of New York city. Followed by Dogora, Kamoebas, Anguirus, Rodan. No weapon, not even the most powerful nuclear warheads, could put a permanent stop to their wrath. All over the globe they came, demolishing the city streets and even each other, with humankind’s numbers dwindling by the year. And it didn’t seem like any heroes were in sight. What had

“The Guardian Angels sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us” Jean Paul ****** Across the Megaverse, many people saw the champions of earth as their modern guardian angels. The ones who would save them from death when extraterrestrial forces descended from beyond and drove them back to whence they came. The ones who would rescue mankind from extinction as demons, even the ones in the most literal sense, rose up from their personal hells and threatened to take all down with them. They took many forms; some as the most angelic moths, others massive humanoid life that had evolved into beings humanity could only begin to fathom. But one arguably stood the grandest amongst them all. A chelonian born from the minds of ancient man, who grew to such a status, “paladin” perhaps could never do him justice. His name was Gamera. Yet, amongst the many parallel words, the way his origins have gone varied. In some, he was born naturally

Continuing to apply pressure to his foe, the serpent twisted to face the Ultra. Seven could only pull away, barely avoiding the fires. He disappeared, prompting Orochi to stop feeding power to the attack. The warrior of light rematerialized at his enemy’s side, Eye Slugger gripped and already being swung. He grazed a neck of the serpent, barely dislodging a few scales, before being thrown back by several ruby bolts. When Ultraseven recovered, he thrust his arms up, forming a transparent shield. Orochi howled in rage as the memories flared up. All seven free heads unleashed bolts of scarlet lightning. The barrage of beams raced through the air, rapidly converging into a single point. It resembled a single lance of divine destruction as it struck nothing, the target once more vanishing. Pain flooded Orochi as a blade dug into the wound Megalon had carved into one of the god’s necks. Gore as black as the void stained the Eye Slugger as Ultraseven wrenched it back and forth, trying

Zilla and Megalon’s hearts both nearly stopped as Orochi’s focus fell back on them. The mutated iguana roared to the rest of the allies Godzilla had brought, compelling the denizens of Monster Island not still recovering to get back into the fray. Gomora led the charge as he, Anguirus, Rodan, Gorosaurus, and Baragon rushed to join their allies. Kong was still in the midst of thinking of a legitimate strategy. Where Orochi was strong, he lacked in speed, and he was quite speedy for his size. Rodan quite easily beat him in that department, however. That could be a good plan! One speedy attack from the both of them, slamming into Orochi would certainly break bones, especially since he didn’t seem to have any regenerative powers like Godzilla or Bagan. But even then, someone would have to wear down his hide enough for that to really work… But then something else popped into his mind. Would the dragon’s eye beams power him up? Maybe it was dumb to ask, but it was not like Orochi was

It had been many millennia since the great beast had been seen. So far into history most thought his story was just myth and legend, but in reality, it was far too real. Ever since his defeat at the hands of his fellow gods, he was prophesied to burst out of Mount Fuji, then walk down the slope and prepare to cause havoc across the Earth once more. Only the strongest monsters, machines, and heroes across the land would be the ones to defeat him for good. The world had evolved past him, not even needing the gods to watch over the mortals anymore, for some had become powerful enough to take their place. But some would argue that despite their power, they were still just mortal beings, not strong enough to take on a true god. On this day, that claim would be put to the test. A battle to signify the collision of the old and new world. The great dragon seemed to have slept forever, the great mountain concealing him from the outside world. His blood red scales and many white horns

Atlantic Ocean. Time, 2:00 AM Roliscian pride wasn’t necessarily at a high. Beaten out by America, Russia, Japan and every other country in the world in most categories, most would be forgiven if they had forgotten Roliscia completely existed in the first place. The semi-European country was eager to finally get its name back on the map, and they saw no better way to achieve that than to fund one of the world’s largest expeditions. The sole goal of it all? Find something that could change the world.. Despite not really being in close proximity, Roliscia’s culture and legends always had a bizarre tie to the Atlantic Ocean. Some said it had to do with strange lights coming from the seas when migrants made their way to the Americas, while older tales passed down legends of old artifacts that eventually became their home country, now lost to time. Whatever the case, it was finally time to gather the answers. Whether it’d be something related to the world’s kaiju, or something far

Couple days earlier, in the Lawless Monster Zone.. The Skull Monster was sound asleep, once again dreaming of bashing in skulls of his fellow kaiju and leaving their battered bodies in a daze. Red King had another successful day in ruling over his land, driving off any possible competitors who dared try to be top dog on his turf. C-Rex proved no real challenge, and Ts-eh-GO wasn't much of anything either once he realized the stinger proved to be the biggest thing to avoid. The scorpion and the invertebrate still resided in the zone however, but they kept their distance from the green menace that had put them in their place. Chandlar and Magular? Eh, they weren't really anything to him anyway; they acted more of his advisors than anything. Indeed, life was good to Red King, but his dreams gave him even bigger fish to fry… Rodan and Anguirus layed dead next to him, and the other monsters in his path could barely stand. All that was left to do was finally kill the so-called "King of

The Xilien leader watched intensely as he saw the mass slaughter begin to take place in the city down below, teeth gritting so hard he felt like one of them was going to snap off and break. Recently, the Earth had gone under another alien attack once again, many different alien races trying to claim the planet as theirs, a sudden and shockingly powerful shower of crystal energy had rained down upon the entire globe, radiating with incredible power that everyone wanted for themselves. No sooner than that did X get to work, getting his army together while simultaneously getting some of Earth’s monsters under his own control. He promised himself that this would be the day! THIS is where the Xiliens would finally rule the world! And it was going almost perfectly.. Save for one rather big blunder that constantly seemed to foil his plans. And it wasn’t Godzilla this time. No, this monster was one that was much different than him, but one that wound up making X’s blood boil all the same. The