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Who: Godzilla (broderickwho) and YOU~
What: CHALLENGES. Trying to make a point? Always wanted to have a go? Hoping to get respect points? Come on down; you're the next contestant on The Price is Right! Not every one of them has to be actual fighting, either. Also, those of you just looking to try and get favor from him without challenging him are welcome too, though he'll think less of you for it.
When: All day November 2nd.
Where: By the Dolphin Pool
Warnings: Potentially: people and beings smacking each other around, swearing, underhanded tactics, so on and so forth. Who knows? I don't.
He was almost completely submerged in the Dolphin Pool, the only things visible being his eyes and the top of his head.
Godzilla seethed, staring out into the nearest part of the rest of the ship with narrowed eyes, clawed fingers flexing underwater with the desire to just crush something.
The humans and small monsters (ay-lee-enz, if he remembered correctly) had done so many wrongs to him already.
They'd brought him back from his dark sleep on the ocean floor, where both he and his predecessor had at last found peace. Taken him away from his world and told him it was destroyed, which was clearly a lie--how dare they insult his power by claiming that some other, lesser creature had done it, something weaker than him!
His strength... they'd taken some of that away, too. He was smaller, here. He didn't need to know any units of measurement to be able to tell; it was an innate sense, like being aware of one's foot or arm and whether or not they were still attached.
It was offensive in every way that he could think of, and he'd spent most of the morning trying to do exactly that. How humiliating to be made to stand in a line and scratch stupid black claw marks on an enormous sheet of paper with a big yellow stick--and when he'd protested by crushing one of the desks underfoot, they'd ordered him go back to the end of it and start all over again.
They were foolish, disrespectful creatures, and he was determined to smash them to pulp one day for what they had done, even if it meant he had to wait for the right moment to strike.
At least the small things still ran from him sometimes. Oh, yes, most of them pointed and smiled, or simply ignored him as they passed by, but every now and then they still ran like they'd always done, screaming and hiding, and calling him names he didn't need the ear-fish to know were unpleasant in nature.
But a few of them... a small, select number had already appealed to him in some way, feeding him information that suited his purposes, or bravely claiming that they could stand up to his might. He hated them still, and wouldn't spare them when the time came, but if someone had happened to ask him in what order he would destroy the creatures on board it might prove entirely possible that they would live longer than the rest.
Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad inside of the metal turtle. He was still the King, whether he happened to be on a small blue and green planet or up in the stars. He would rule, and he would see to it that no other Mistakes were made, as had happened to him.
Given enough time and a number of lessons, every living thing on board was capable of learning that fact.
If he was lucky, some of the students would even make his life easy and come to find him first.
What: CHALLENGES. Trying to make a point? Always wanted to have a go? Hoping to get respect points? Come on down; you're the next contestant on The Price is Right! Not every one of them has to be actual fighting, either. Also, those of you just looking to try and get favor from him without challenging him are welcome too, though he'll think less of you for it.
When: All day November 2nd.
Where: By the Dolphin Pool
Warnings: Potentially: people and beings smacking each other around, swearing, underhanded tactics, so on and so forth. Who knows? I don't.
He was almost completely submerged in the Dolphin Pool, the only things visible being his eyes and the top of his head.
Godzilla seethed, staring out into the nearest part of the rest of the ship with narrowed eyes, clawed fingers flexing underwater with the desire to just crush something.
The humans and small monsters (ay-lee-enz, if he remembered correctly) had done so many wrongs to him already.
They'd brought him back from his dark sleep on the ocean floor, where both he and his predecessor had at last found peace. Taken him away from his world and told him it was destroyed, which was clearly a lie--how dare they insult his power by claiming that some other, lesser creature had done it, something weaker than him!
His strength... they'd taken some of that away, too. He was smaller, here. He didn't need to know any units of measurement to be able to tell; it was an innate sense, like being aware of one's foot or arm and whether or not they were still attached.
It was offensive in every way that he could think of, and he'd spent most of the morning trying to do exactly that. How humiliating to be made to stand in a line and scratch stupid black claw marks on an enormous sheet of paper with a big yellow stick--and when he'd protested by crushing one of the desks underfoot, they'd ordered him go back to the end of it and start all over again.
They were foolish, disrespectful creatures, and he was determined to smash them to pulp one day for what they had done, even if it meant he had to wait for the right moment to strike.
At least the small things still ran from him sometimes. Oh, yes, most of them pointed and smiled, or simply ignored him as they passed by, but every now and then they still ran like they'd always done, screaming and hiding, and calling him names he didn't need the ear-fish to know were unpleasant in nature.
But a few of them... a small, select number had already appealed to him in some way, feeding him information that suited his purposes, or bravely claiming that they could stand up to his might. He hated them still, and wouldn't spare them when the time came, but if someone had happened to ask him in what order he would destroy the creatures on board it might prove entirely possible that they would live longer than the rest.
Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad inside of the metal turtle. He was still the King, whether he happened to be on a small blue and green planet or up in the stars. He would rule, and he would see to it that no other Mistakes were made, as had happened to him.
Given enough time and a number of lessons, every living thing on board was capable of learning that fact.
If he was lucky, some of the students would even make his life easy and come to find him first.