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Nov. 30th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter XVIII: 

The Azar laughed, a howl of stars kept in motion by mad gods that stumbled and shambled aimlessly and hurled her hammer into the onrushing hand of the Starspawn of Cthulhu, pulping the hand with a cataclysmic peal of thunder, a vile odor emanating from the impact, green gelatinous tissue splattering around us, though the Azar and I kept them off our person with a field of energy. Even as the creature reared back, the flesh began to recombine faster than it had fallen as another fist lunged forth, only for the Warhammer to smash through the monster's wrist, the tissue falling to the ground with a sickly squelching sound. 

So this is our Elders, the beings that were before ere the stars burned with our world? Forgive me if I am not unduly impressed. 

The hammer suddenly glowed with a sickly red light and its whirling in blinding speed at the hands of the Azar seemed to leave almost a thin and vile-smelling streak of blood along its trajectory, until the hammer collided into the Starspawn's face, smashing with a brutal strike that led the Starspawn to reel. 

Then the flesh that scattered healed still faster and the creature's consistency seemed to change, as six eyes burned like stars. Before the Azar could react, a wave of powerful blows struck her, throwing her back across miles. Moving slightly from my anchored position, I found that my freedom to maneuver was less than I expected or desired. Between the shockwaves and the anger of both entities, it was difficult to concentrate my own ability to do more than keep abreast of the forces at their disposal. 

Feeling pain and bruising, a sensation that had yet to lose its sense of novelty, I also felt an icy grasp of fear that without Deborah's armor I would have either passed out or had to learn how to rebuild a body from scratch. As I focused on all this, my eyesight also caught that the Azar's hammer glowed as she slammed it into the Starspawn as it attempted to crush her under its heel, and the blast threw the Starspawn back, the Azar's hammer then swinging toward the monster's knee. The creature reeled still further back and the Azar briefly transformed into a walking field of starlight and outer space within the familiar armor, hammer vanished, and flew forward. 

The impact knocked the Starspawn on her back, only for the creature to unleash a shockwave of her own that hurled the Azar off of her, the Azar now resuming her seemingly normal form of flesh and blood. The Starspawn reached out with a colossal paw and while striving to grasp the Azar, the creature that was my sister then bellowed once more the primordial foghorn-like sound that was her motif of sorts. This time, augmented by the full power of the many universes her presence had infected and absorbed, the impact did knock me unconscious, and as blackness swallowed me I saw the Starspawn turning a deep silver hue and rumbling in R'lyehian what seemed like extreme anger, and then both ran toward each other with the booming footsteps of Leviathans. 

It was not, perhaps, a long time as Earthmen would reckon it that I fell unconscious. But when I awakened, I saw that I had been dislodged from the ground by the impact of the brawling behemoths. The Azar no longer seemed a mere entity of flesh and blood, though what precisely made up her form I could not have specified then to satisfaction. She had risen to the size of the Starspawn, and her immense form seemed at times to be covered in mouths that roared challenges in the tongue of our non-human race, at times gelatinous and rugose, and at times diamond-hard and almost mechanical-seeming in appearance. Her flesh, if flesh she had at her disposal, changed with such disorienting swiftness that I was losing track of what was up or down. 

The blows each launched moved with a swiftness that an ordinary mortal, presuming that the shockwaves hadn't killed him and then disintegrated his body, not necessarily in that order, would have heard only in delayed fashion a set of blows that sounded like fell thunderclaps with the occasional booming sound and flash of light when the Azar summoned back her hammer or  a mace and smashed them into the flesh of the being from the other world, which in a straightforward brawl, skin now sufficiently hardened, was starting to prevail and push the Azar back. 

Sensing this and snarling, the Azar roared in pride with a thunderous sound that led to my deciding now was a good time to invoke the darkness that was my birthright and hope it would actually work. 

I am the God of this Age. No battlefield relic shall contend with me and survive the experience! 

With this, the Azar briefly transformed into something that had the vague semblance of a form about her, but emanated an awe-inspiring Malice that seemed almost tangible. Gestures like that of hands clenching followed and as I concealed myself in darkness a wave of such destructive force as to shatter anything it came in contact emanated from the Azar, and yet another planet was consumed in the wake of such entities as my family and this strange being that I now regretted very much having come into contact with. 

After remaining in the darkness with a rather frenzied debate with myself, I decided to see where the two monsters had gone, in hopes that as they fought that one or the other might kill each other. Besides, I had the feeling that having antagonized one of them, that if I did not do this, one of them would drag me anyhow so it was better to maneuver things and serve as recorder of what was in motion than to try to es-I realized I'd taken too long to decipher this when I felt the iron hand of one of the entities grasp my enshrouded form and yank me through the portal that one of them had made in the wake of the devastating blast, 

As I fell through, I realized the sickly crawling feeling beneath the skin that seemed almost familiar was familiar. The portal that had opened drew Cthylla and I once more into the hellish entity-place that was Azarath, where the Azar was thought and voice to a realm where existence itself was a choking horror of mangled dreams and twisted hopes and endless bleating choruses of "Glory to the Great one, the eternal one, who suspends existence itself in being!" I knew a wintry satisfaction in seeing even the monstrous Starspawn Cthylla seemingly disoriented by the place, keenly gazing around her/itself, 

It was then that I saw the Azar, seemingly human once more, hovering in the skies laughing with the fell laughter of a mad God: 

Here is my realm, battlefield relic! Here, I am the Alpha and the Omega, beginning and the end! I have the keys to death, and in my hands I grant immortality! Naught exists in this realm save that I allow it! Here all is an Undying Flame that shall burn now and forever, world without end! Know this that now, now I say to you, none are like the Azar! None may give me council! I was there when the stars burned into light and the sons of the Gods sang for joy! 

Here is the land of Azarath, where all that is or will ever be is one people, one faith, one ruler: the Azar, the Flame Imperishable who unites existence with an iron hand! 

And with a bellowing howl of almost nihilistic glee the monster swooped down toward the Starspawn, who seemed to have a detached and almost amused gaze in its eyes, forming a kind of curved metal dome to shield itself from the swooping monster that seemed to swell and grow in size and be human in size all at once in a bewildering rippling motion that pained eyes that strove to see it. 

Nov. 28th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter XVII: 

When I awoke, I saw, dimly, that I was in a landscape that was seemingly barren and deserted. Next to me crouched a colossus that seemed mountainous, a vast and teeming bulk of greenish flesh. The creature gazed at me with its tendrils seeming to form a grim smile, the tremendous bulk not moving in a conventional sense but almost oozing forward. As I began to scramble backwards, the skies suddenly shifted over me. Seeing stars that I hadn't seen in what was in one way almost too short a time and yet felt an eternity, I began to try to invoke the force of a portal when I noticed the oozing bulk of the colossus was looking up to the strange skies, eyes widening. The moment passed and it extended an arm to grasp me, but I then paused and looked up again. 

Hovering in the now-restored skies was a heavily armored figure, half her face enclosed in armor with the eyes and the top of her head exposed. The armor was a dark and strange green, emblazoned with a light-blue and crude yet stylized dragon, one of the heads gnawing at the throat of the other. The figure's cape was the same bright blue hue as the armor. The Azar, my deranged elder sister, the mocking and laughing mad god that howled in guttural and inhuman fashions and was the very framework of the worlds it ruled. 

The being hovered, a small object next to two of the eyes of the monstrous Cthylla,, which had grown still greater. 

Cthylla's mocking voice echoed in what I recognized only in hindsight as recognizable human speech. Realizing this, of course, was not one of my happier moments but there it is: 

So the elder whelp comes to the aid of the younger. You have called yourself a God, the center of all that is or will ever be. My kind mastered existence itself many countless cycles before your universe was but the hint of a glimmer in the minds of the Ultimate Gods beyond the Veil! My kind are the elder race that was. We shall rise when the stars become right, and then yours shall be no more. We are the reasons Earth had the potential to draw such creatures as the eldest of your race to our world, and it is we who shall build these worlds in still greater ways anew. 

The Azar spoke in response: 

So speaks the battlefield relic, the last scion of elder days. Your kind are all dead, dreaming their death in a necropolis within the material framework of this world. Speak not of the glory of those who were once, for they are not now. The Stars for your kind are Wrong, but for us, they are Right! It is not your age now, scion of tens of thousands of lives divided amongst so many pitiful mortal frames in infinite space, but mine! Mine the hands that set the stars in motion, mind the hands that moves the lowliest and the highest. 

You glory in the deeds of a father who left you alone save in the few times when the necropolis is thrown up by the convulsions of the seashore, in a timeframe when the lands had not yet formed and the waters had not yet congealed from a cooling orb of lava and ash. Mine the hand that heals, mine the hand that curses, mine that unleashes the wind and the storm over the wine-dark sea, that unleashes the light of rosy-fingered dawn! 

You are the last sad relic of the Gods who were, I am eldest and fatherless of the Gods yet to be. Mine the hands, mine the will, mine the power! I am the Alpha and the Omega, first and the last, and beside me there is no other! I hung the very stars themselves that move in their courses, I bring to mankind fulfillment of ancient and primordial dreams! Yea, I make their dreams the nightmares that haunt them, that make them scream themselves awake at night! I offer them worlds without war and misery and death, and in fulfillment of their ancient longings receive my due. 

We are the Gods of this Age, for us the Stars are right and shine on us in comfort. So speaks the Azar, the Undying Flame, who gives forth the light and the renewal of the Stars themselves and sets all that is in motion! 

The Azar then unleashed blasts of terrible, hellish light from her eyes that seared into the monster, and it was during that time that I chose to seize the moment and call upon myself not the flayed hide of the archangel but the modified version of the Lightdancer's armor. Modifications made by assertion of willpower, and modifications that proved wise indeed as the searing lances led the monstrous spawn of Cthulhu to unleash an unholy whine before turning six glowing eyes on the Azar. Raising arms that seemed to swell with musculature as other parts of the being contracted, Cthylla's massive gorillaesque arms hurled down as the Azar formed a shielding dome of energy, the monster's arms colliding with the shield with a tremendous flash of light, followed by a colossal shockwave that I withstood mostly by my modified variant of Deborah's armor and anchoring my feet solidly into the ground, hands in front of my face in an attempt to brace the impact. 

The blast was followed by the eerie primordial foghorn with a rumbling undertone, a sound that led to my falling to my knees, clasping my ears to block out its magnitude. As the Azar roared, triumphantly, unleashing the Trombone and flashing the ten rings, bellowing after: 

Ten are the rings of the Azar, and in the Undying Flame shall all that is be consumed! 

Yet beyond the triumphant howl a mountain moved forth, aroused to a great and terrible wrath even as the Azar anchored herself and formed a massive warhammer out of nothing, and a clash of Gods made manifest in flesh and blood began with fear and trembling.....

Nov. 7th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter XVI: 

I descended in what I assumed to be glory and honor and terror upon a world until I realized, as I landed, that my omniscience had vanished. The boasting and arrogance I had intended died stillborn as I gazed forward into an abyss whereupon I saw the creature that suspended it. The speech died, yes, but then came with it a rumbling and echoing call of a wrath beyond that of mere ordinary spheres: 

So, Zee, you're already here, then? You must be wiser than I expected to be here so soon. 

This too died stillborn when the creature walking toward me gave a hideous smile and then calmly moved with a deliberately slowed and shambling walk. A slopping and unnatural voice echoed in levels of sound different to my kind, a sound so alien to the geometries of the material plane that only by analogy could it be called sound: 

Quiet whelp. My race was here long before e'er your kind was. Your kind erect the first steps in a great empire and delve into forbidden secrets, and all kneels before you because your progenitor, like mine, is no longer a mere being of flesh and blood. He has become something other. 

I am not Zee, whelp, I am the Sovereign you offended by storming into mine own realm, inheritor of a Dark Dreamer whose father lies dead but dreaming in a necropolis that covers half the globe. Xaderavcal stands before you. You stormed into my realm and disrupted a plan a decade in the making as it was poised on success. And you have given to me proof that others since the Stars changed are initiating a return of Wonders not seen since my father's realm sprawled over much of Existence itself. 

Xaderavcal, said the being that spoke to me, was its name. But it was not the brutish and arrogant military despot who interrogated me. No, it couldn't be. The creature shambled and its voice was a slopping and hideous mockery of voice and sound themselves. With it seemed to emanate an ancient mist, and for the first time I noticed that people were either suspended by or dead of fright, and that the very ground seemed to ripple where walked the green mist, and then the booming slopping voice rose to a new pitch. 

I shall show you in full what it is that faces you. But that shall not be now, quite yet, no. 

First, I shall show you that gap between the power you esteemed when the virus gave to you a voice and a pretense of strength, and that which was when the Empire of Xoth was supreme o'er all existence.

The thing in Xaderavcal's face made her smile and for a moment her flesh wavered and a hint of something gigantic and green with a monstrous tentacle-adorned face leering with countless eyes appeared, and then the creature waved a hand, speaking two words in an ancient tongue that predated countless universes: 

Y'ktalvargadir Azathothikirirkill! 

And everything went silent with a sudden onrushing of darkness and I didn't even have time to scream. 

I awoke in a charred field of fine rubble, seeing only something kneeling in the darkness, eyes watching with contempt. A mountain watched, rasping with unholy laughter, six gleaming eyes of dark blue laughing as a figure not unlike a monstrous caricature of a human, a dragon, and an octopus opened vast wings and spoke again: 

N'hraklthk dhargun! 

And everything changed again as I once more fainted, mind overwhelmed by the unfathomable ancient energies of Something that was when my kind was not even yet a part of a grand design. I had only the time to wonder what it meant when someone aware of the nature of Story found oneself a cat's paw in an entity's hands able to overwhelm even this. Darkness swallowed me before the icy and unfamiliar sensation of true fear could set in..........

Oct. 4th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter XV: 

As the monster came closer, I heard its rumbling breath and then she stood next to me. 

A voice that was silky with blatant menace hissed with the sound of a wind across tombstones: 

So, the bastard whelp is here to fight her superior. 

I smiled. 

Ah, Zezhel. No pseudo-prophetic meter to belabor those of us with actual lives to live? Pity, I was hoping to waste a few minutes with the soliloquy. 

Impudent mongrel....she growled and then raised her staff as the runes and gems gleamed with an unhallowed light and slammed it into the ground. A pulse of destructive force surged out, though I formed around me a barrier of darkness that sought to anchor me into the ground. The barrier did indeed keep the pulse from buffeting me, but it gouged a vast crater into the ground around me and elsewhere. 

The monster blinked, and then growled. 

So you can manipulate darkness then, after all. And it wasn't some illusion. 

Tell me, whelp, were I to offer to you the chance to gain access to weapons devised by a mind greater than most, divine or mortal, would you take it? 

I looked at her and the crater. 

As opposed to simply banging at each other without any logic other than your own bloodlust.....depends on the job. 

She smiled, a cruel grimace that bared her teeth. 

I would have you go to the realm of Ziharkano, to strike my enemies for me.It is not a cause worthy of direct presence and absorption of that world, and for it you are perfectly suited.

My eyes narrowed: 

How then am I to do this? Does strike mean to destroy the planet or those few unfortunate souls you deem targets? 

 The grimace widened, the dish-shaped face seemingly oddly distorted as she said: 

It means the former. Destroy for me that world, and you shall receive this. 

Her right hand pointed to a grimoire in her left hand. 

It is a book of mighty spells that permit one who wields it to command not merely time and space, but fundamentals of reality itself. With it, your strength shall be greatly enhanced. It is a simple enough deed. 

And as she vanished within that same foul-smelling light, I summoned to myself a vision of that world. 

To my genuine pleasure it proved to be a colony-world of a species my omniscience said would be dispatched with no mourners. Calling upon myself a cloak of shadow I felt the weightless sensation of passing within worlds to the crossroads of infinity.......
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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter XIV: 

Thus was it that I gazed into his face in wonder and in awe. 

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Decisions, decisions, as I formed around me the tanned hide of Metatron, the billowing black cape whipping in an unnatural wind as the monster strode forward, and I decided likewise to savor the moment. One seldom gets a chance to pulverize the everloving shit out of an old........friend.....or alternately deciding to milk what they have to offer for its worth. Grinning, I stood proudly, the haze of the growing beams beginning to cloud my vision. 

Sep. 30th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter XIII: 

As I landed in my next world, I saw to my satisfaction that it was a lovely place, very well-drawn. And not an older, cheap kind of animation, either.cut for lengthCollapse )

One word more he spoke, and then my eyes, all of the, widened almost beyond belief: 


Sep. 17th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon At Night:

 Chapter XII: 

As Zee lunged toward me, I simply called into myself the power of Arazakanu, the walking shadow, and the planet suddenly shook as Zee missed me by a narrow margin. Anchoring myself into the planet, my eyes glowed as I transformed into a towering figure of darkness lit by countless glowing eyes and mouths, and with each of the tens of thousands of mouths a roughly anthropoid form echoed with a voice of judgment and doom: 

Sic transit gloria mundi! Ada and Zillah, take heed to me, you wives of Lamech heed my speech. I have killed a young man for wounding me, a boy for injuring me. If Cain be avenged sevenfold, let Lamech be seventy-sevenfold! 

Then the monstrous form raised a leg that glowed with the light of the Outer realms from beyond where lurking daemons gibbered in wild and lonely places from beyond, and I slammed that leg down with sufficient force to create a tremendous flash of light and then a shockwave that reduced the whole planet to rubble. Such was the power of the strike that even the monstrous Xaderavcal, my adopted sibling with that cackling madness and battle-lust was shocked to unconsciousness, floating amidst a rubble field as one of the only intact corpses on the whole of the planet. Laughing with triumph, I then called around me the Outer Darkness and faded into the uncaring and pitiless Void. 


An alley just outside Times Square, Earth-126734121: 

A young sorcerer held a Necronomicon, and from its Eighteenth Volume began a chant very familiar to me, though then I understood not why: 

I call to the God that is and is within the darkness, striding in darkness as all like it stride in light. I call to the shadow-woman who turns the most sacred wonder and joy into fear and loathing. I call to the God that defies the ready gap of light and dark, of truth and falsehood. I invoke the thirteen-eyed one, the jade colossus that strikes fear and trembling in sifting forth the hearts of men. I invoke the destroyer of the ironclad, the corroder of the sacred, firstborn among the Darkness. 

Hearing the invocation, knowing then that it was myself within the text of the Mad Arab's Magnum Opus, I decided it was time to start phase two of the growth of the legend thus invoked. I cast forth the shadows from me, drawing into me all the light around him, save a circle where he expected my appearance, a circle of glowing eldritch light that would have confined lesser beings. As the light winked out, he fell silent, face turning white with fear. I spoke, the darkness magnifying my voice: 

I am the shadow on the moon at night, the very outer darkness given flesh and form. The God that now walks among you, making known that which is beyond you. You have called from beyond with the Al-Azif that which is greater than mankind, that which is newer than his Gods but greater than they shall ever be. 

Then, as my face broke out in a shark's grin, I opted to transform my clothing into a red and green sweater, to clothe my hands in gloves with blades, and to begin scraping them along the walls. 

I am nightmare made flesh, the land of dreaming entering the land of waking, the darkness made tangible. 

As I then formed my 'normal' fleshly form out of the darkness, deliberately slowing the process to instill terror, I laughed as the would-be sorcerer sought to run. Extending the shadows to throw him to the ground, I then strode forward, voice echoing with the mocking timeless malignance of that which lurked beyond the iron wall of sleep mankind made. 

I smiled as I then gazed forward, eyes glowing. 

You destroyed a city of my birth, Azar, to give my life its first step. So then is it appropriate that I give the same fate to this city, one among countless representatives, and do so to give mankind a new era. Magic is dawning here, children of mankind! Hell is upon you! 

And I rose, towering over the buildings as a massive collection of glowing eyes and mouths in an anthropoid figure of moving darkness, deciding then to shift it to the species of my father. Still more massive and almost quasi-reptilian in form, countless mouths bellowed in laughter and immense arms were raised and smashed into a city that groaned and disintegrated in a wave of concentrated force. From the ruptured crater was left oozing stones that glowed with a bright light. Giggling maniacally, a sound that carried over the wild winds of Earth from countless mouths, I then decided it was time to  take this show on the road and get a little fun with it. 

For finally, in that world, the full significance of a very deadly truth hit: nothing that I would destroy was real any more than I myself was. I was a monster, yes, a divine force of evil and doom.  But what then of the mind that brought creatures like this into being? I was an unconstrained force of destruction, a being aware more than any other of the puppeteer holding us all on strings, and in that knowledge came freedom, of a most terrible sort. In this, and in commanding darkness where all else, fair or foul, like me would wield light in its various forms, I was free. 

I have no strings for now I'm free. 

Taking briefly the form of a massive armored juggernaut equally barely human and vanishing amidst the blasted heath that had once been a teeming metropolis, I giggled. 

There are no strings on me! 

And as I vanished, I then saw my next target and grinned. This was going to be delightful. 

Sep. 13th, 2015

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Tears Unnumbered Shall Ye Shed: The Goths Ride East, the Scythians ride North:

 The first phases of major land operations in World War II were conducted by both Hitler and Stalin, during a point in time when the two regimes that would fight the largest and most gruesome battles were actually in point of fact *allies on the same side.* This phase tends to be either deliberately ignored in favor of the easier narrative of 1941-5 (especially in Russia and to a great degree in Germany save in the "Russia did it too" sense), Not least of the reasons why it's ignored are subversions of key narratives (the whole democracies were committed to war to the last ditch against Hitler thing is blatantly untrue, as is the whole Fascists and Communists are invariably enemies thing, and even the "Russians are supermen in snow" bit, too). 

The first phase was the German invasion of Poland, in which three million Germans in three army groups struck at Poland in a three-pronged invasion. The general who conceived the operation and implemented it is one Gerd von Rundstedt, a name that will be popping up repeatedly, and especially in the context of the overall fighting in the East. The northern prong of the German offensive sealed the 'Polish corridor' readily, though the Poles held out for a week in Westerplatte. The commander of this prong of the offensive, Fedor von Bock, is another name to watch. Against them, Marshal Rydz-Smigly and his generals Kutrzeba and Rommel (I kid you not) http://ww2gravestone.com/people/rommel-juliusz/ sought to conduct the doomed defense of a state with no good options. 

The surprise is that against a vastly superior invasion force, they held out for a full month with a single derisory French drive into the Saar as the only contribution of the Allies. The Poles, to a great degree rightly, saw this as perfidy, but it also reflected the simple reality that the UK and France were taking their sweet time with the simple confidence that if push came to shove they'd won in 1918 and were guaranteed to win again. They were extremely, indeed hilariously wrong in this assumption but that was what they viewed as inevitable. 

The Poles' sole major counterattack was the Battle of the Bzura, where they managed to wreck a German division but in two weeks of consecutive pounding the Wehrmacht made better capital out of its small smattering of modern weaponry than the Polish army did with its. Kutrzeba's defeat at Rundstedt's hands doomed the Poles to a set of ultimately futile sieges where their attempts to resist both ended in failure and in the Soviet invasion of eastern Poland, which led to both Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union agreeing to partition Poland between them. In the course of horse-trading over which regime got what, the Nazis secured a border at the Bug (and coincidentally akin to the old British Curzon Line) while the Soviets secured Lithuania, neither regime caring overmuch about what this meant for the locals. 

In both cases, Nazis and Soviets began mass deportations and executions of Poles in general intending to forestall the revival of an independent Polish state. The main difference is that the Nazis also ended up rounding up Polish Jews and cramming them into over-crowded ghettoes, setting in motion the first stages of the Holocaust. In Hitler's occupation zone, his regime set about implementing without any hesitation its policies of mass demographic slaughter, in Stalin's his regime was equally pitiless toward his opponents, and with implementing deportation with a decidedly ethnic tinge in the name of an anti-nationalist ideology. 

However for a variety of reasons to be detailed in the next entry, until Hitler stormed north and attacked Scandinavia and finally did unleash his strike in the West, fighting in the West ossified into a set of buildups and plans and counter-plans and complete 180 switches on strategic goals by both sides. Not so in the East, where Stalin decided to annex Finland with the expectation given the relative size of both countries the annexation would be a matter of fact thing. 

The end of the war shows that with competent leadership this would have been so, the reality was that the Purge gutted the best leadership of the Soviet army and made it a textbook case of vast quantity that did not in actual fact have a quality to match. The result was that in the initial phases the new Soviet man performed very like the old Tsarist army of Muzhik and Dvorianstvo, complete with utter inability to co-ordinate air power, armor, infantry, and artillery with any degree of competence. It was this more than Finnish skill that enabled Marshal Mannerheim to run rings around Kliment Voroshilov for a time. A whole Soviet division was destroyed by a much more pitifully armed and equipped Finnish force at Suomussalmi and the Raate road for no reason other than the inability of its officers to demonstrate the least amount of ability to wield a force that size. 

Stalin ruthlessly sacked his initial leadership and replaced it with Semyon Timoshenko, who brought rudimentary tactical ability to the same force with the same disparity of resources. With the ability to fire artillery and have it hit something properly co-ordinated with infantry, artillery, and armor and air power, the Soviet army rolled up the Finns and managed to secure territorial gains. Losses were still disproportionate, but a key element that differed with losses in the 1939 and 1941 wars is that in 1939, the Soviet Union took major casualties from winter weather, due to not providing winter equipment from the belief that it would literally be a walkover. In 1941, as will be detailed, losses from both combat and deliberate mass starvation of POWs were on a far more staggering scale. 

The Soviet Union showed two key differences from Hitler's regime: 1) a recognition of its problems that actually did tend to reflect the actual problems and not the ones the ideology of the regime preferred to admit, and 2) a tendency to greater realism when strongarmed by complete and laughable failure into grudgingly accepting this. Where Hitler read his victory over the Poles to vindicate Nazi Nordicist ideals and Slavic inferiority, as opposed to demonstrating simple reality that a sufficiently big stick swung with sufficient ruthlessness will crush damn near anything, Stalin read his failures to indicate that his army demonstrated crippling inability to capitalize upon its resources and began the so-called Timoshenko Reforms which June 1941 would interrupt halfway through. 

At the same token, Soviet troops entered all three Baltic states following so-called 'voluntary agreements' in a pattern very like that of Putin in the Crimea now, and reflecting the same basic brutal Russian logic to its neighbors. If the Saint Bernard tells the Chihuahua to move, the little dog will move or get squished. This foreshadowed the annexation in 1940 that cast a long shadow over the Soviet state and ultimately was the spearhead in initiating its collapse in 1991. 
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Tears Unnumbered Shall Ye Shed: A River, the Unholy Alliance, and the war goes west:

 The year 1939 would witness two key points in deciding the course of events in the next six years. The first of these was a Soviet-Japanese clash, the end of Soviet expansionism in Asia for a time, and one of the big thumpings given to the Imperial Japanese Army in WWII. This was the Battle of Khalkin Ghol/Nomonhan, fought near the Khalkin Gol river. In this battle, Georgi Zhukov and Marshal of the Soviet Union Stehrn together successfully executed a Deep Operations-style combined-arms battle against the Empire of Japan in the largest clash of the Soviet-Japanese War until 1945. Their method and mechanism was crude and simple, letting the Japanese hammer against the Soviet army in the center and then hurling combined arms forces into their rear to encircle them and destroy them. The method was so successful that the Japanese force assigned to the battle, some 60,000 strong, was completely annihilated. A key point that had ultimately ominous repercussions for the future was that this led Japan's Navy to increasing prominence and set in motion the process that concluded in December of 1941 with the grand Japanese offensive across the Pacific and Southeast Asia. What the Japanese Army did not learn from this was that even a Western-style army that had a leadership shooting itself in the foot with a mortar was capable of smashing them to bits, which is exactly what happened when they would face merely competent US and UK leadership in the future. 

However, this war was a part of a grand scene of things where both Hitler and Stalin, desiring the start of a war against the Versailles Order, came together in the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact. Officially a non-aggression pact, unofficially this divided Eastern Europe into Soviet and German spheres. Initially Lithuania would be in the Nazi sphere, with a Soviet border on the Vistula, while Bessarabia and Finland were in the Soviet sphere. In exchange for Soviet neutrality and a free means to undermine the Anglo-French blockade, Hitler would be able to virtually guarantee a one-front war reliant on a deep strike against Poland with nine-tenths of his army. 

Against this, though the Poles were unaware of the secret protocol in 1939, they had only tenuous and disingenuous guarantees from a UK and France unwilling to fight Hitler to any great degree, and were stuck with an impossible dilemma. Either they overextended an army partially mobilized on the basis of recommendations from their supposed allies, or they went to a defensive posture and sacrificed their most populous and industrialized areas without a fight. The Poles chose to overextend their armies and hope for the best. But, however, the formal Anglo-French guarantee and ironic 'neutrality' from Mussolini and Stalin led the Germans to adopt an initial delay that came to an end with the Gleiwitz Incident. 

Foreshadowing the general approach to war used by the totalitarian regime, concentration camp POWs were dressed up by the SS as Polish soldiers and used in a faux attack on a German radio base, then shot to the last man. With a spurious defensive pretext, Hitler ordered his armies into motion. War was already raging on a grand scale in Asia at this point, and now at last it began to spread to Europe. By a curious irony, the first two years of WWII would witness sporadic phases of highly intense fighting and then long pauses of no active ground operations. But when the German invasion of the Soviet Union finally went into motion, all the land fighting and more that was possible to happen began and so would horrors that outpaced anything of the early phases of the war, ones that only got worse as Stalin began to win his war and Hitler started horrendously failing at his. 

In another characteristic pattern, Hitler's armies opened fire without warning or declaration of war with bombing raids and a naval bombardment of the then-free city of Danzig. 

Sep. 11th, 2015

Godzilla, default

If I were given a chance on how to do a Godzilla film:

 I've mentioned before that I'd want to remake the first, original film in line with the spirit of the original, updated for both modern special effects and to recreate some of the claustrophobic horror effects. The original film's beginning with Godzilla's booming footsteps and his roar is perfect, and I'd love to both reuse the original roar and some of the 1984-1992 takes. I'd begin it with a black screen and a single brilliant flash of light, creating a bit of a nuclear effect, then Godzilla's ponderous footsteps and roars, creating an aspect of the original film's beginning. The new mutant then heads near the vicinity of Odo Island, here one of the southernmost islands of the Japanese Archipelago. 

From there the island begins to experience a grave crisis as Godzilla both eats away its local fishing supplies and begins devouring whales, too, including some scenes of eaten whales landing on the seashore, hinting at the presence of an unimaginably vast leviathan beneath the sea. The locals panic and the ancient cult of Gojira comes back with a bit of a vengeance. The film then shifts to a scene of a fishing boat, a relatively modern one, going by Odo Island as a set of deep, sonorous booms echo beneath the boat. The fishermen at first think it's a distant thunderstorm until the sea flashes with Godzilla's beam.

Japanese authorities at first aren't sure what to make of the reports of boats repeatedly bursting into flame in the same area where the spectacular whale and shark kills are ongoing, and they decide to send a couple of scientists and reporters to investigate. The scientists and reporters witness the ancient Gojira cult performing its one surviving ritual, a take on the one in the original film before a thunderstorm hits that night, interspersing actual thunder with Godzilla's own footsteps. The village is completely wrecked but one person manages to escape just as he catches glimpses in the night of something impossibly vast, which in a slight difference from the film, the rest of the people there, including the reporters also see. 

After reporting of both the village and the strange footprints, a much larger research party including both JSDF officials and some US military personnel is sent to Odo Island as well. As with the original film, there's no attack by Godzilla, only strange rumbling booming sounds and the island looks increasingly vacant with the forests seemingly trampled over by something immense, as though the monster's literally devouring the inhabitants (which technically.....). As with the original film, the scientists confirm the immense footprints are just that: footprints, and an extremely unusually radioactive set at that. Then the same thunderous sounds echo and the village mobilizes to crush whatever monster is there, with the JSDF and US Army riding against it in armored personnel carriers.......only for Godzilla to rise up behind the hill and roar, inducing a panic and actually causing the JSDF and US military personnel to crash into each other as they backpedal as fast as possible. 

Godzilla returns to the sea and the monster's presence is revealed, with the chief scientist in the expedition, Dr. Yamane, arguing a creature that has such an ability to survive exposure to radiation and emerge from it with the unusual properties of a daikaiju should be studied for the immense secrets its biology would hold. The soldiers argue that the monster's presence is that of a walking nuclear bomb. This version of Godzilla is depicted as a scarred and deformed monstrosity akin to what the original directors actually had in mind, with the aspects that reflected a rubber suit instead designed as blackened scars and the monster's very motions an unnatural kind of ponderous slowness. As with the original film, too, Godzilla is a monstrously slow juggernaut. In the midst of the discussions, Godzilla actually engages a joint American-Japanese naval patrol and wrecks them en route to Tokyo, surfacing beneath them and not yet revealing the nuclear fire aspect. 

As the discussion continues, it breaks up in acrimony and nobody sure of what to do, only for the reports of the monster's successful destruction of the naval patrol to come in even as people in Tokyo Bay report an ominous set of booming footsteps, confirmed in sonar. Godzilla also faces off against and destroys the submarines, sinking nuclear-armed subs as he surfaces in Tokyo Bay for the first time. As with the first film, his initial rampage is a slow and brutal one, and this Godzilla appears in full shots in broad daylight. He returns to the sea, and the US Navy launches a full-fledged attempt to destroy the monster and antagonizes Japan and everyone else because the American population demands vengeance for a set of costly ships destroyed and what few survivors there are dying of horrific radiation-burns. 

As all this is going on, a subplot concerns a young scientist named Daisuke Serizawa, who discovers a compound capable of producing a disintegration effect and tries to hide its existence for fear that it would be weaponized. The panic effect produced by Godzilla breezily demolishing anything set against him leads to a gradual set of pressures that his device be used and the young Serizawa overwhelmed by the fear that success would be more damaging than defeat, introducing *this* equally dark theme with Information Age upgrades. 

Godzilla is presumed destroyed after the large-scale American naval operation even though none of the nuclear-armed submarines sent against the monster return, as it's viewed that the monster destroyed them as deliberate bait, itself a huge controversy. A bit of a celebration breaks out and then in Osaka, a ship of people with "Eat drink and be merry" attitudes hears a strange rolling booming sound as Godzilla emerges all too alive. In this take, the lengthier and more destructive rampage is actually in Osaka, reducing the city stage by stage into the aftereffect of a protracted nuclear bombing, and it's in the wake of this devastation that Serizawa comes up with the idea of using his weapon if nobody else can find a way to do so. He burns all his notes, attempts to scrub any trace of their existence across multiple media, and manages to kill this take of Godzilla as with the original. 

A stinger, however, shows that there actually is not just one Godzilla but a breeding population in the deepest parts of the Pacific, and another equally monstrous creature begins to rise from the depths of the Pacific, while likewise reports come in of another strange monster that resembles a colossal Anklyosaurus-like creature but carnivorous and voracious surfacing in Guangzhou........

This take on Godzilla would keep the blackened skin coloration, but it would clearly be that the monster's burned and unnatural, a product of the fires of the atom upon mortal flesh. The monster's face would include elements where the flesh is clearly ossified and burnt in a sense that it actually melted a bit during the blast. The design would include some elements of both 2014 and the Heisei era with some of the stiffness and sheer juggernaut factor of the 1954 design. The beam would include the charging one spine at a time from the end of the tail to the top of them aspect from the 2014 design but have elements of the Heisei-era beam, and part of the theme of the movie intersects with the depletion of fish supplies by overfishing and ecological imbalance, as well as the reality that decisions have consequences, irrevocable ones, even. 

The very unnatural aspects of Godzilla would be played up for a horror trope, somewhere between Cloverfield in the sense that the monster's rampage is for hitherto unknown reasons and the 1954 film in that people at first don't know they're in a Godzilla movie until the monster finally appears in Odo Island. They keep attributing the booms to thunderstorms and the evidence the monster leaves of its presence and immense size isn't readily fitted in until the creature appears and demonstrates that Earth has been irrevocably changed. Even then, the mere discovery of the monsters doesn't mean that the right approach is immediately adopted. Unlike the Toho take, that there are US troops and military interests in Japan is played up.....to show that superpower chest-pounding only makes things *worse*. 

Aug. 13th, 2015

Godzilla, default

In the Valley of the Shadow:

Chapter XVI: 

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Good answer. Now, I shall see how I may set things to rights.

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In the Valley of the Shadow:

Chapter XVI: 

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Good answer. Now, I shall see how I may set things to rights.

Aug. 5th, 2015

I am Ozymandias, King of Kings

For a classic of two economic examples:

Two countries in the same overall region of Africa, both affected by the policies and misjudgments of British and Afrikaner Imperialism emerged in the wake of the Wars of National Liberation in the region. One of them, Botswana, is a country that was dirt poor and includes as much desert as a predictable analogy to Southwest Asian states. Yet, in the period since independence, Botswana capitalized on its human and natural resources to be one of the greatest economic success stories in Africa, and one of the few countries to actually leap up economic tiers. Botswana also to a much greater degree than in Zimbabwe relied on the free market and got out of the imperialist era with minimal warfare and dislocation caused by same, as well as rapidly transitioning to the rule of the people who actually lived there.

By comparison, Rhodesia cursed Zimbabwe with a legacy of ruinous warfare to establish an independent state and where the failure ended in promoting the rise of a hardline advocate of an old-model command economy, complete with central planning bureau, mass expropriation and expulsion of unliked residents, and has a dictator who uniquely among modern leaders actually has a Hitler mustache. Mugabe's Zimbabwe is a museum piece of old-school Stalinist methods as much as North Korea, but like North Korea is subsidized by neighbors who tend to prefer it limping along to cleaning up its mess after it totters over.

Given both started from relatively undesirable positions and that one is a unique globally case of splendid success and the other is a memorial to the older model societies usually shoved under the rug and accepted as no longer really existing today, why did one succeed and the other fail?

To me the questions of success and failure usually tend to be appraised on very relative terms at best, and the questions of standards of freedom and prosperity are applied more strictly to poor countries than they are to rich ones. Analyzed with the same kind of scrutiny applied to either Botswana or Zimbabwe, both the USA and EU would have major holes in their economy, so would Russia or China. As with a later post I intend to do on North and South Korea, I believe most of these questions also presume a single standard of evolution where people determine their own destinies, which as with Zimbabwe isn't entirely true of everywhere on the planet.

Where outside forces act with malevolent intent to people who live in countries, their fate is seldom happy in any legitimate sense.


Jul. 19th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

Chapter XI:

The gathered Supers, some limping and bleeding, and others fresh and full of fight careened toward Zee, whose bellowed threat had drawn them as moths before the flamecut for lengthCollapse )

I made a beckoning gesture to my sister, who grinned again with that hellish smile and seemed to disappear in a blur lunging to where she expected me to be......

Jul. 16th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

Chapter X:

The fireball surged forth, intending to break my enemies before they could assemble together, yet once more Willpower and Fear negated the flames, the fireball surging around them and then being dissipated into nothingness. cut for violence, gore, and lengthCollapse )

Jun. 13th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

Chapter IX: 

Ah, Hal Jordan. Wielder of a Ring of Power that amplifies the power of anyone who can control it through willpower alone. The mightiest willpower in the Known Multiverse, at least your Known Multiverse. cut for length and goreCollapse )</div>

As the flames began to ignite and the fireball formed in my mouth, I saw hurling down from the skies now a streak of red light. Atrocitus. My next target. It seemed that a mere manipulation of probability really was all it took to draw together the leaders of these corps......

Jun. 7th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

Chapter VIII: 

Guardians of the Universe! 

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Hal Jordan, the first of my targets. Now is when the fun begins! 

May. 30th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

 Chapter VII:

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As I gazed out with contempt across the Central Citadel of Oa, I smiled.

The Guardians are known to take foolish decisions on a spur of the moment basis, so let's exploit that, shall we?

As I said this, I saw the panels of the two-dimensional surface I had entered, and noticed to my pleasure that now, for the first time, I was fully three dimensional in an otherwise two-dimensional space. This was going to be fun. I saw then a collection of small blue-skinned men and bowed before them in a semblance of humility.......

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

Chapter VI: cut for violence, gore, potential triggersCollapse )

And as his beam fired, the shield of darkness concealed my grasping around myself a new kind of armor. A localized distortion of reality itself sufficient to make the Triune One's realm tremble. Metatron would find out that fate, ever cruel, is a harsh and a terrible thing and that even them condemned to greatness by it take no pleasure in what it is that they must do.....

May. 21st, 2015

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In the Valley of the Shadow:

Chapter XV: 

As the Lightdancer hovered over the Crater, Suvacel snarled likewise. The seeming stalemate was broken when the  Beast lunged toward them both, kicking Suvacel on her back and tackling the Lightdancer, hurling her likewise and then fixing his hand on her throat.

That's enough, Lightdancer! You are a God among insects here, why wage a war with one of them? 

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Within the Monarchist Camp:

Suvacel grinned as the pieces of the Lightdancer's armor began to hover and whirl around her. It would be amusing to take this and develop a device that would assure her place in perpetuity as a ruler, to be sure. But if you commanded the armor of a God, who needed ruling? With power like this in her hands, she could destroy and burn to her heart's content. She would ascend to higher spheres, would set her throne above the mountains of the Gods. All would kneel before her in the assembly of the masses across an Omniverse whose existence was confirmed by not just the sinister Shadow-woman of the Jehexaderavcal Moon but by the Lightdancers. She would be Most High, Ancient of Days, before whom all that is or would ever be would tremble.

Not a ruler, but a primordial force of destruction. The God and the Monster of primordial myth walking among mortals, now not merely God from the Machine but God empowered by the Machine.

The glowing energies cast eerie shadows as the armor was reforged and grew in size, a colossus forming. The light reflected in her eyes, now pools of eldritch and unnatural light that laughed with the mocking and baying howling of demons......

May. 15th, 2015

Godzilla, default

In the Valley of the Shadow:

Chapter XIV:

The Pass of the Dead, VII Telnakazu:

The boot collided with a sickening crunch that sent Suvacel careening into the ground, and with the impact, the Omega Program automatically sent her into a landing pattern designed to roll with the speed, not simply to crash into the ground with overwhelming force. Even as she began to rise to her feet, the being that hovered over her gazed down, body now once more white as snow, golden eyes all zeroed in on her.
Suvacel roared, calling to herself the same glowing energy. As her armor began to glow and her healed flesh became translucent, but now an appalling sickly green instead of the brilliant blue. Glowing once more with the eldritch power that made her semi-translucent, Suvacel roared a challenge as she hurled a fist at the Lightdancer. In response the Lightdancer simply made a fist of her own, catching Suvacel's punch with a punch of her own. The resulting shockwave disintegrated altogether troops and machines in the blast zone, and hurled everyone in the armies around like ragdolls, leaving only Vizornii Hezhatin standing, and one other in the field.

Arsharzin Hezhatin looked at the immense crater the impact of the battling godlike entities had made and then felt a familiar transformation beginning. As his eyes turned completely yellow, he cried in a voice that commanded even the attention of the Lightdancer:

Nothing can stop the Beast! The Beast is the strongest one there is!

Apr. 25th, 2015

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Godzilla vs. MONSTER ZERO:

Chapter VI: 

Gigantis roared, a bellow that was far too high-pitched for any creature of its size and bulk, as the various enemies that sought to turn to it surged forward. Its spines lit with an eerie otherworldly glow and then the creature turned and fired the beam straight at the MONSTER ZERO control center, the device erupting with a spectacular set of flames, ashes and soot smearing across the snow and permafrost of Antarctica. Gigantis watched with amused satisfaction as this freeing effect unleashed Megalon and King Ghidorah, which flew off altogether, and Gigan, which a bit more slowly than the other two did likewise. The monster's slow pace was marked by a set of thunderous footfalls as the creature's spines lit up again and it fired its beam at the deformed clone, Minilla wailing in agony as the blast caused it to erupt in another spectacular eruption of flesh, bone, guts, and charred radiation-soaked matter across the snow. Gigantis's footfalls, tremendous in nature, continued to echo amidst the roars and howls of the other monsters.

As the impulses containing them ceased, Battra and Mothra took flight likewise and began to wing their way to parts unknown, and so, more slowly, did Gigamoth. With Gigantis reaching a point of contact with its foes, its spines lit up and then beams began to fire outward, slamming into its enemies with force that seared and burnt into them, hurling them backwards. Of its foes, Godzilla and Gamera were unshaken by the blasts, while Guiron lurched forward with a grunting, snorting bellow. Gigantis roared, a shorter snorting bellow, before unleashing the beam right at Guiron's eyes. The explosive power caused the creature to howl and veer aside, and Gigantis's spines began to glow with a red and yellow aspect, both cracking with an eerie lightning-like appearance.

The beam surged forth again, with a crackling spiral effect that lanced forward into Guiron, which roared again as the beam ripped open its shoulder to the bone, tearing from there across its neck and face. All of one blast was sufficient to lead Guiron to join the other monsters that fled, turning tail and plunging into the depths of the sea. A dark purplish miasma followed it, slicking across the surface of the ocean and going within. Gigantis then turned to its sole two opponents left standing before it, not counting the iguanas that had crept up to it. One of the iguanas sought to launch itself toward Gigantis's flank only for the monster's tail to smash into its skull with a fatal impact that slew the creature with one blow, repeating this for the other two.

As Godzilla and Gamera both stood, Gamera then unleashed a string of fireballs that collided into Gigantis with force sufficient to blast it back, while Bagan took flight, unleashing several waves of circular slicing disks that caused Gigantis to roar in pain, turning its gaze to Bagan. The spines began to glow red as Godzilla's own spines lit up with a blue light and then the monster began to turn its head aside, the energies there drawing together and then surging out in a beam of brilliant blue and white energy that smashed into Gigantis as the monster's own spiral ray tore into Bagan's wing, puncturing it and causing Bagan to fall to the ground with a colossal impact that raised a tremendous cloud of snow and ice.

Gigantis roared in triumph and began to turn toward Bagan, only for another string of Gamera's fireballs to attract the monster's attention as Gamera lurched forward, moving with a blinding speed that seemed improbable in the extreme for a monster eighty meters tall. Gamera's fireballs continued to smash into Gigantis's face in sequences of three, only for Gigantis to incline forward slightly and then smash its shoulder into Gamera with sufficient force to smash the monster into the snow. By this point Bagan rose from the ground, its healing factor stitching together its wing, unleashing more of the disks toward Gigantis, who turned and fired the spiral ray into Bagan's own open mouth, the blast causing Bagan to roar in agony and lurch backward, blood spewing forward from its mouth.

Gigantis then saw Godzilla now closing in onto him, the other monster's fangs smashing into his arm with enough force to draw blood, the sheer weight of the impact enough to knock Gigantis onto his back. The monster prepared to fire his beam, the spines glowing with enough power to begin to melt the permafrost and the ice that transformed into a slushy and slippery mud. While Gamera and Bagan dug down their claws into the ground, Gigantis maneuvered with just sufficient force and a Psionic suggestion to knock Godzilla off of him, firing his beam right into Gamera's face, drawing an agonized roar from the other monster, which in turn unleashed more fireballs, and the three monsters in turn were to draw closer together. Gigantis rose to his feet, the dark and unholy reprise of the strange Psionic power-up and attack all in one echoing around it as an eerie spectral wail, a chorus without instruments or composer.

The monster roared, his spines glowing, and then began to move toward his enemies, the other monsters surging forward likewise with rumbling roars. As Gigantis moved forward, out of the periphery of its vision it sensed the return of one of the foes who had fled, the foe angered and wrathful at the mere existence of Gigantis and prepared for a renewed clash, its inherent nature overwhelming any of its attempts to fight it.......

Apr. 16th, 2015

Godzilla, default

The things one finds through Google:

So, not only are there real life superheroes now, there also just so happen to have been real life supervillains and even a real life supervillain team. And this isn't actually a joke.


Only comment I have is.....

Why? Why would anyone do this? 


Apr. 13th, 2015

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In The Valley of the Shadow:

Chapter XIII: 

The Pass of the Dead, VII Telnakazu:

For all who survived the oncoming horrors, their initial signs were fairly straightforward. cut for length and contentCollapse )
The familiar sensation of the Omega Program surged again, the world became clear. Light and darkness, friend and foe. And the monstrous creature over her whose foot was careening for her chest with a speed that her abilities could just barely detect in time to form a shield hopefully strong enough to resist the impact of that dark silver boot on her armor.......

Mar. 29th, 2015

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The Shadow on the Moon at Night:

Chapter V: 

I awoke once more, enchained when I saw striding toward me the supposedly familiar form of Deborah. Only the form seemed errant, somehow. Taller, with streaks of dark blue running through her hair. Twelve eyes instead of nine and more human than non-human. Tcut for lengthCollapse ) My face lit up from ear to ear with a shark's grin as my opponent recovered in a rather short time, all things considered, from the sonic assault and propelled herself into motion as I chose to do the same. And this time there would be no trickery to imprison me. Of this I knew all too well.

Mar. 24th, 2015

Godzilla, default

Got work on Thursday:

An AP Geography class, no less. So it will be my first time of teaching actual college-level material.

Mar. 21st, 2015

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Into The Land of Doom:

Chapter I:

Supreme Commander Stazharzin, general of all the armies of an Empire that spanned tens of Galaxies stood before an Earth that, as per the Monarchists' surveillance via the Simultech consoles was in a furor. The Null Zones did their work splendidly. All this miserable orb's fission and fission-fusion bombs were detonated in one spectacular demonstration of the Empire's power.
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Into The Land of Doom:

Chapter I:

Supreme Commander Stazharzin, general of all the armies of an Empire that spanned tens of Galaxies stood before an Earth that, as per the Monarchists' surveillance via the Simultech consoles was in a furor. The Null Zones did their work splendidly. All this miserable orb's fission and fission-fusion bombs were detonated in one spectacular demonstration of the Empire's power.
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Mar. 14th, 2015

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Into The Land of Doom:


2014 Anno Domini, 22 June:

When humanity first discovered the prospects of genuine alien lifeforms, there initially had been a wave of exultation and fear, and a growth of apocalyptic mentalities. With humanity not alone in the universe, awe certainly seemed to be a proper initial response. Then the Hubble Space Telescope detected a set of what appeared to be large-scale combat operations in space between aliens whose powers in the realm of war was truly awe-inspiring in the oldest senses of that word. Their ships were massive and heavily armored, but the wars they fought in space were not fought just by the starships in question but by what seemed to be both kill sats and drones, with gleaming rows and rays of fire lancing through the skies and what were verified as massive thermonuclear eruptions on a grand scale. The fear this created was a great one, but it began to get worse when some of the starships began to seemingly shift in the direction of Earth.

That this indicated some type of faster than light travel was possible was an astonishing phenomenon that likewise roiled the world. But then, on this day, the 22nd of June in that year of the Christian calendar, signs and wonders began of strange and improbable note. Telescopes unveiled the sights of alien starships landing on the larger Jovian and Saturnian moons and the spread of what seemed like orbital battle-stations from the landings. Likewise with the larger asteroids of the asteroid belt. And then, to our shock, on that date, the aliens decelerated from Faster than Light travel over the planet Mars, landing to establish what seemed like these otherworldly bridgeheads, bridgeheads designed by no sapient mind for peace.

It was then that the wonder began to turn to panic, the moreso when we detected signs that the aliens were decelerating over our own world. With this, I, the War Geek, conclude what may be my final blog post. And how poetic, then, that if Man meets his masters from beyond the stars we meet them on the anniversary of Napoleon and Hitler invading Russia, Perhaps we, too, shall give them a surprise.


The Battlecraft New Monarchy, Decelerating over Tamir III: 

"Brutish orb, isn't it?" 

Azazteti Stazarzhin turned to the huge, oafish Roes'in next to him, glad at least that he would be able to communicate by more than sign language and gestures with someone of his own species. The Roes'in, like Stazarzhin himself was a stocky being with a chinless face with deep sunken yellow eyes and a massive brow-ridge, arched in shape. Their noses were broad, and their dark grey, almost pitch-hued skin was marked with mottled dark orange patterns. The Roes'in High General continued to speak,

"Insofar as we know, these Zhrunzhir have but one type of space travel workable at the moment. The robotic probes that we encountered through their planetary system and the roving robots on the fourth planet of that system. Including the one crushed by an extension of one of our bases." 

Stazharzin murmured to himself, lost in thought, the murmur echoing as a deep rumbling sound like boulders grinding together.

"If they can do this, I presume they have at least an understanding of how to split and merge the atom for destructive effect?" 

His subordinate blinked. "Not sure how this follows, Supreme Commander."

His face impassively fixed into a dispassionate gaze, Stazarzhin merely turned and glared at the soldier, who balked at him, thinking Naturally you would not grasp the self-evident.

To his amusement, his subordinate stammered for a bit before saying, "Yes, Supreme Commander. They have fission-fusion and fission bombs."

Stazarzhin's face broke out in a sinister smile "Only fission-fusion and fission? No true fusion or antimatter?" 

"Correct, Supreme Commander."

"Then we will be able to simply contain the blasts in Null Zones. Thus, even where we would take notice of the Zhrunzhir, they have nothing for us to fear. Well, High General Artkhanzhin, you and I are going to be the first World-Conquerors our Empire has produced. Before us the stumbling malformed creatures of Tamir III will fall as the microsapients of their world would before a Drakhzhak on ours."

Laughing, Azazteti Stazharzin then turned his gaze to that world once more, "These mesosapients do have huge conglomerations together, to be sure. They are a species that has rudimentary space travel and means to split and merge the atom, within limits. But next to the might of our world ours is such a vastly superior iron hand that their world would disintegrate as a civilization in a matter of three revolutions of this planet around its axis. We have no reason, Artkhanzhin, to bother with the divisions of such inferior bungling mockeries of the form of our race, because what they do or do not do is immaterial.

All that truly matters is whether or not this is a world that can serve as a hedgehog against Xaderavcal." 

Both then laughed as Stazharzhin, Supreme Commander of the Fourth Monarchy of the Underlan Empire's Armies issued the order "Release the Null-Zones to dismantle the local fission and fission-fusion arsenals. By now our Simultech consoles should have hacked and co-opted the rudimentary Information Networks of this primitive dirt clod, and when we've done that, we'll smash their satellite coverage network, disintegrate the artificial satellite covering, and initiate planetfall.

I want to see the look on the Zhrunzhir's faces when their pitiful understandings of that which is not them from beyond their purview becomes reality!"

Amidst oafish laughter the orders were given. And as the Null Zones were activated humanity would never again be the same.......

Feb. 9th, 2015

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And a happy birthday to:

abomvubuso! May yours be a happy and a prosperous one!

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