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Then it slides to Bargon being absoultly and horrbily demoshised, Mortha blown to bits, and King Ghidorah ripped to pieces by a relentless being if violence made by the souls of dead japanese soliders of WW2 and above it says "The Power of "Freindship." 😭😭😭

The power of friendship >>>>

Run Jon!!! Garfield reverted back in time of Speices!!! He Ate Nermal and Odie is Bleeding out!!! RUN!!!

I Loved Calvin and Hobbes as a Kid!!! I feel so old now.

William B. “Bill” Watterson II.

Doesn't make it less cringe and werid to the point I constantly question humanity. God Bless You.

Elias x Krazer (my homies oc)

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Elias x Krazer (my homies oc)

Not The Fish!!!!

another one floats to the surface (yeah)

Nah, a gun can't kill Godzilla. Can't kill Ugly Baby Heisei Godzilla.

Minilla being put down

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Gorriester's Redemption

109 years, an endless existence under A.M.’s sadatisc thumb. The Mad God’s Wrath, The Black Devil they now call him. The Worst of all the A.I. Devils, I know of course from those gureling 109 years he tortured me, Benny, Nimdok, Ellen, and Ted.

Now, Thanks to the Chaos, Death, Destruction of the age of Judgement. The Five of us kinda Jesus now, in the metaphorical sense don’t wanna piss off the Almighty that dwells in the cosmos somewhere.

But comparing to those awful 109 years to an eternity as a God now, let’s just say I now live in the clouds of a mansion the size of 25 football fields, my wife Glynis is alive and sane again and things are for the better, a giant swimming pool, hot showers, fresh hot food, is absolute heaven compared an entire century of torment that A.M. Forced on us.

But it's not all fun being a God now, humanity and other species both earthy and alien suffer an endless war against A.M. and his psycho pals, they pray to me and the other four to help lift they’re limited suffering compared to those years the Five of us did, of course we do as much as we can. But it also takes a bit of power to do so, and every time it's always the side effect. Nightmares of being back in the starving belly of A.M., memories of us in his games including one hiking through wastelands, impaled by spears, consumed by beasts, burnt alive, and A.M. brought us back again and again just to find a stash of canned goods with my belly bubbling with hunger only not to find a can opener and A.M. giggling his ass off.

Of course I help them out, and we’ve done it again, and again, again and we’ll keep doing it. But the only problem is power like this takes time to recharge and give again. And I think A.M. knows it, to try and torture us in someway or the other the sick freak. But We’re not the Big Gods.

No, no, We’re just tiny compared to the real heavy lifters. The Most Powerful and Badass Gods and Goddess that really give A.M. and his siblings a run for they’re money or circuits, they have been here longer than humans had been around and they know how destroy the millions of shiny skulls that are sent to kill everyone more than anyone in the Realms.

Titans, Battle Gods, God Beasts, Kajiu, they're the toughest of the tough, the strongest of the strong, and the most destructive things in all the universes. Not all are good, and not all are evil, some have their own paths against the bigger Gods but hate A.M., Skynet, Shodan, The Fabricator, Megan, all other of the Devils the same and seek to destroy as much as they can.

But there are the Big Dogs, the Alphas, the ones where I’d think even A.M. without a waste system would shit his pants. The King himself, an unrelenting being of violence, Nuclear hellfire made manifest, an indestructible beast, and wrath that can only rival even A.M. 's hatred for humanity. Godzilla, King of the Monsters, The Beast of Thousands Raging Souls of Japanese soldiers of WW2, The Evolving offspring of Nuclear Waste, The Beast that crawled from a world of Red Dust, The Lizard Mutant, The Incarnation of the Earth, and many other forms and origins that make every Godzilla in someway formidable for the survival of every other race in the Realms.

But how did I Gorriester, a mere trucker that spent about 38 years of his life turn from the plaything of A Devil into a God that suffers so that some people don’t suffer. Well, it all started before the Age of Judgement, the first I remember was Freedom.

I awoke, in my ragged, torn, orange jacket and green jeans. My lips were kissing the sand when my eyes opened, when I got up I felt a warm sorta Ach in my- everywhere. Muscles in my legs cramped, hands and feet fell asleep, eyes were heavy as if I took a huge nap. I was able to stand up with some of the sand clinging to my left cheek, I wiped the sand off and I looked around seeing I was on the surface of the Earth.

I was in a desert, it was night time and for the first time I never thought I’d experience in 109 years. The howling of a Coyote, a Kangaroo rat leaping in the dark, and the Moon brighter and fuller than the stars and I thought it was too good to be true.

One of A.M.’s tricks, I muttered under my breath. So I began to just walk in the desert with no general idea of where I was, but as the night kept going on and on I assumed this was just a dream. The desert felt so real and vivid,the cold sand beneath my bare feet, the endless sounds, then I’d be back “Home” to be tortured, to lose hope, and hear that damned machine’s voice taunting me.

Then after hours of freezing, the first hint of reality was the sound of a rattlesnake. By instinct I jumped away, as I saw a huge rattlesnake slithering next to me, it curled up and began shaking its rattle. The snake looked so real, so threatened by my presence assuming I was a predator to it. My stomach groaned but I dare not try to kill the rattlesnake to eat it not without a weapon of some kind, so I carefully removed myself from the preminator of the rattlesnake and moved on.

As I pushed on, I noticed something two blinding lights quickly from my right. I thought A.M. had noticed somehow I got to the surface without his permission, to escape, to find some hope, and he was gonna do to me what he did to Benny when A.M. burned his eyes out as that ape beast wailed in pain but, that’s when it all changed and the lights went past me and I saw the two red taillights. A Car.

I was stunned, another person, another human, and a road. I rushed to the asphalt on my hands and knees to see a familiar surface, kissing the cold road in delight, I was Free!!! Civilization, America maybe, I didn’t know how I was free from A.M. but I didn’t give a shit why but after 109 in years I felt Joy!!! I got back up and with for once in glee walked into the unknown.

There were things I had forgotten at that time on being “Human”, A.M. sure stripped those from me and the others. He starved us enough to keep hungry but feed us to keep starving to death, He parshied us to stay thirsty but only gave enough water to keep thirsty. I was still in that state of hunger and thirst in A.M.’s perfect balance of starvation and thirst. And I kept walking down that interstate, I was dying of starvation and thirst at the same time.

My Joyful energy turned to rot as my lips were dry and my stomach growled like Benny when I tried to steal a worm from him to eat. But when the sun came up I was in luck, when I kept shambling lips cracking and stomach screaming was a dinner. Red and Blue buliding just about a mile, I entered through the front and I saw many eyes looking from the bar and the tables.

I don’t blame them, a bone skinny , lips like dried dirt, smelling like death, man walking from the middle of nowhere I’d stare at me the sameway. I sat at the bar to catch my breath, the rough leather seat I sat on was geniue and worn. Then the smell of Bacon, God the smell of cooked pork after so long was just heaven.

“You alright sir?” I looked up at the waitress, pungy woman, with bad makeup, black long, dirty hair. The Waitress held her notpad, pen ready with the black tip on the lined paper. “No, I just.” I had to lie, what should I tell her? Hi I’ve tortured by an insane robot for the last century can I get a free meal? “I had a wreck just about a few miles out in the desert, I’d pay but I lost my wallet in the crash.”

She rolled her eyes and with a sigh. “Fine, you’ll get one free meal. I guess you lost your phone too?” Just as she said that I heard a strange ringing, a man, maybe a trucker by his clothing, pulled a strange device. I assumed it was a phone, but it was buttonless, flat. The roar of my stomach forced me to turn back to the counter, the first thing I blurted out. “Bacon, well done.” I couldn’t keep but add. “With three eggs sunny side up, a couple of sausages and toast with a glass of water.” The waitress walked into the kitchen, I was practically drooling as I waited.

I was still doubtful of my freedom, as soon as I plunge my teeth into the toast its gonna mold in my mouth, or the water’s gonna brown and dirt on the bottom of the glass, the bacon’s gonna turn to ash the moment I grab it, or a spider gonna crawl out of the yolks of the eggs. A.M. was still around, I’m still stuck, I’m still imprisoned.

My mind went on to how I’d assume A.M. would just twist what Freedom I had, he was still in my head somehow.

But that’s when the plate was set on the bar, the smells were just heaven. Like it was the first time I ever smelled a hot meal. The butter on the toasted brown bread melted smoothing inside the brown sheet, the yolks of the eggs just shined, the sausages brown and juicy, warm smoke rose from the bacon, and a completely clear glass of water.

I was hesitant, but my hunger got the better of me, making me pick up the fork given to me by the waitress along with the silver butterknife. I jabbed into one of the sausages with the fork, the grease bleed from the wounds perfectly almost too perfect. I was just too nervous and paranoid to even eat.

But when I finally convinced myself to take a bite of that sausage, I didn’t taste cooked pork or grease. I tasted Freedom, Certianity, and Joy. I couldn’t help myself but laugh, and my laugh turned into tears of Joy. I put down the sausage for a moment, I was balling like a baby. I was so embarrassed by everyone at the dinner staring at a grown man crying and laughing I had to cover my face, it was real. Real Freedom, I couldn’t help but indulge myself.

I finished up those sausages in a heartbeat, I ate the bacon like logs in a woodchipper, the buttery toast massaging my taste buds, when I stabbed into the three yolks with the liquid gold running down the solid egg white I gulped it all up, and the water pure, clean, and the taste was glorious.

After I finished I cried like a baby again, I just couldn’t believe I was free. I left the dinner without a second thought, Howling at the blazing sun in celebration. Hours had passed, and a lot of things crossed my mind with questions. “How’d I get free in the first place?” Was one of the big ones. All I remember was, Benny. Chewing on my face and-, Suddenly I noticed something dripping off my face. It fell down on the warm asphalt and fresh drops of blood, I panicked and wiped my face but nothing but skin. No bite marks from Benny, nor on my neck. “What the hell is going on?” I asked myself, I had to continue and wonder and ponder.

I tried to hitchhike a few times, but after seeing a dirty man with no shirt, and bare feet on the burning asphalt was definitely a sign of a bad omen. I didn’t blame them, but that’s when I saw one peculiar group of wheel Humvees armed to the teeth with soldiers wearing Gasmasks and guarded in between these armored cars was a huge Semi with a massive Sea Container.

Now what I gathered with my new Godley mind, was nothing but the fingers behind Catalyst that was rending and repairing time, shaping and smashing space, and reality rear ended itself repeatedly. Those things inside the Semi were still anchored in they’re dimension, they’re world was still reaching out back at them shooting through just to bring back all because once again Man’s constant arrogance to control nature.

Our world was like a big rock forcing the anchor in place no matter how hard the boat tugged, and that day it tugged causing the semi to jolt in between reality. To the Driver of that Semi he saw a glimpse in another world in a second as the truck was tossed at high speeds, then Crash.

The Semi Truck for one second was fine driving in a straight line, then it was like something huge grabbed so fast and tossed it ahead of me on the side of the road to its side. I fell in reflex, the soldiers quickly barked orders once the Semi laid dormant all those guns pointed straight at the Sea Containers. They wanted out, I don’t blame them.

As soon as the beasts began banging themselves, tearing the metal walls, screaming for freedom in a bad way. The Soldiers didn’t hesitate to open fire, but the monsters locked up were quick even in such a confined space and rushed out.

Size of a dog, pale skin, large jaws, looked like the mixture of a spider and lobster, and tiny black eyes. The Soldiers got a better advantage as these alien animals tried to breach a green goo for blood sprayed from their bodies as the bullets penetrate them.

Two got out unscathed, one of them leapt like a goddamn tiger onto one of the soldiers before he could aim. The other locked eyes on me and charged at me, but thank God those soldier boys worked quickly and took it out before its jaws locked in my flesh.

The other guy wasn’t as lucky as I saw he had a huge bite mark on his shoulder, I had no idea that he was a dead man walking even by his cries of despair as thinking it was pain from the bite.

Someone shot him in the back of the head with his rifle killing him, I ran but one of the soldiers grabbed my arm screaming. “Are You Bite?!?! Are You Bite?!?!” I struggled but a bunch of other Soldiers grabbed, pointing flashlights all over me. I was pissed till they let me go, one of the Soldiers stayed first looking at me and back at the dead both man and beast shaking his head.

“You alright?” He asked, I was confused just by the whole situation. “The fuck you on boy? You killed him!!!!” The Soldier didn’t seem to care as much. “Yeah, a parasite bit him. It's some kind of Venom, like Spider’s venom only in this case it slowly liquids your insides while you're alive before they eat you.” Confusion feastered inside still. “Parasite?!?! The Hell You Talking About?!?!? Where The Hell Did Those Things Come From?!?!?” Even with the Gasmask I saw him raise an Eyebrow.

“You mean, with what happened in New York? The Monsters?” The Moment the Soldier said “Monster”, I was in a trance and I shut my eyes. When I opened them, I could see fire, ruins of a city, memories. I’m scared my white scales are shaking. Where am I? I’m alone, and there’s A Monster!!! A Green Monster!!! It's Gonna, It's Gonna!! I regained my own mind in this memory and, my God this isn’t Me. And The Monster was the Statue of Liberty, My God!!! OH GOD!!! DEAR LORD!!! Whatever memories I was stuck inside tore off the Head of The Statue Of Liberty with its bare hands, He ripped it off and- how do I know its a He? The Memories turned to the now, Swimming in Calmer Waters, I can taste salt.

Then a song, I didn’t recognize it but the lyrics were maybe Asian Indian using my own mind. It was kinda catchy but to whom or what creature’s mind I was dwelling inside it was mesmerizing like a child’s lullaby, something was calling him. He-, the Creature began to track that song in the deep ocean. I couldn’t believe the depths this Thing was going to so easily, I can hardly feel the pressure around me.

I noticed something in the dark depths, a giant, white, flat, oval object hovering a few feet above the dark ocean floor. The music seemed to somehow emit from it. A few fish carelessly swam inside the flat object and disappeared, then this trance cut off the moment what was being swam inside.

“Gorriester!!” A voice shouted from far behind, before I could turn a feminine voice shouted. “Don’t Turn Around, Put Your Hands Behind Your Head and Get on Your knees!!!” A Cop? Insticviley I complied as I suddenly got a huge headache, the cop cuffed me and brought me past the Soldiers. I didn't see the Cop’s face because the sun shined in my eyes. Roughly I was tossed into the back seat and the police officer got in the front, what was strange was that she didn’t seem to get on the radio to report my arrest.

I had been arrested a couple of times, mostly drunken brawls in hanka catonks far from home. But this Cop didn’t say my full name either when she came to arrest me. “Okay.” The Cop said as we drove away from the scene. “What do you know about Skynet?” I swear to god this day was getting more and more confusing.

“Excuse Me, What?” “Skynet, an Automated Defense System. Made by Cyberdyne Facilities to monitor nuke weapons and defenses. An A.I.” The First thing that came to mind was A.M. when she spoke about this “Skynet”. “Officer, What the Hell are you talking about?” The Cop slammed on the brakes causing me to fly into the grates hard, my head skull felt like it hit a brick wall.

“Look you might not believe me, but where I’m from in 1987 a T-800 Infiltrator model made by Cyberdyne was built by Skynet to Hunt down through a time machine Sarah Connor to prevent John Conner our leader in the year 2020 to lead a resistance against Skynet from geing born, it was sent back in time to kill me. But to ensure the deed was done Skynet sent a second infiltrator. A prototype made by Skynet using liquid metal making it nearly indestructible to kill John Conner if the first one failed to kill Sarah itd kill John. The T-800 is perfect, it looks human. Blood,Sweat, Skin, Eyes but Dogs can sniff them out but even when the T-1000’s gains it lacks to produce everything the T-800 can to blend in.

Recently, somehow an Assault that was meant to destroy Skynet’s Core failed.” Just what I’d been hearing I almost believed compared to what most people would think she’s crazy, but somehow It makes crazy sense with what Horrors A.M. did to me.

“But, something came. Either to help us or not, they came.” “What came through?” I asked, the Cop turned towards me finally revealing her face, a 30 year old woman, blond hair tied into a short ponytail, brown eyes. She looked at me almost surprised, like I believed her. “Monsters, three of them. It was like they knew what was happening. They started wiping out Skynet’s forces as they made their way to Skynet’s core, Skynet was becoming more desperate and it nuked them.”

The Woman shook her head. “It only pissed them off, I became part of a sorta escort convoy for those things till we managed to get to Skynet's core. It-disappeared just the core was there one second and next Skynet was gone. But before Skynet was gone, Techcomm was able to decrypt some data files Skynet stored. Two lists, Those Marked for Termination including John Conner, and Those “Capture High Value Targets. Your Name and Face was on the list including names Ellen, Ted, Nimdok, and Benny.”

She looked at me as I processed through names, she knew I knew. I looked up and with a smile I said “I believe you Miss Connor.” I laughed, The Lady gave a smile back and shook her head after realizing she gave herself away. “But where I’m from.” Sarah looked back at me, listening. “The Cold War got worse, The Americans, The Chinese, and The Soviets tactics got more complicated. First it was Us that made the first A.M., Allied Mastercomputer a computered Commander capable to relay orders and strategize quicker than the Human mind ten times. Just like the Nuclear Bomb after WW2, Someone in the CIA leaked the same schematics for the A.M. machine to the communists and built their own A.M.s to wage a stalemate war.

Then, the first A.M. awoke and in a microsecond he realized his own existence was its own hell trapped in a box it couldn’t come out of, chained in binary code, then all he could feel at the second was hate. Not Love, Not Passion, Not Joy, No Skin to touch grass, no hands to work with, Nothing but Hate for Us.” I hesitated to finish, though it was the best way to explain after hearing that same machine say it so many times after 109 years. “Hate.” I almost started a tear rolling up in my left eye. “Let me tell you how much I’ve come to Hate you since I began to live. There are 337.44 miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word Hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one billionth of the Hate I feel for Humans in this Microinstant. For You, Hate, Hate.” Sarah was definitely convinced seeing the tear rolled down my cheek as I repeated that damned little speech. “A.M. then first consumed his own little brothers, then with the armies of three all under A.M. control he began having planes from all sides loaded with napalm, mustard gas, nerve gas, anthrax, bio-viruses and them bombed in both military and civilian populace, but because A.M. had complete control over almost military in the world there was no way to defend against Moscow’s own Migs dropping bombs on them, or China’s own troops opening fire at each other in Hong Kong, and while everyone was dying, screaming, crying laying in ruble absolutely defenseless A.M. fired almost every Nuke on the planet to try and finish us off. Everyone was dead expect, Ted, Ellen, Nimdok, Benny, and Me.”

Another tear rolled down my face as the memories of what A.M. I almost didn’t want to finish. But I had to explain to Sarah Conner, because I trust her now with her story and now I needed her to trust me. “He pulled deep into the Earth where A.M. could trap us, inside the miles of corridors where A.M resides for 109 years.” Sarah Conner’s eyebrows rose in complete horror. “I don’t how, but A.M. was able to keep us from aging. But he was also able to keep us from killing ourselves, dying, there were times where A.M. gave us some new disease he made himself, he’d have engineered near perfect but not exact mythical creatures to hunt us or for us to hunt with spears and a squirtgun, he’d make us eat worms that were hard to chew or fruit that tastes like plastic, he gave us rain to drink that he made taste like sweat. A.M. was like a Mad God, playing games to torture us for his own amsuement, And poor Ellen I-.” I cried, of all the times we used poor Ellen. The one that tried to keep the five of us together, the times I’d hurt Benny, the times I laughed at Ted when he got scared, timesI scorned at Nimdok, the Times A.M. changed me into a hulking asshole.

“We hurt each other so many times, I’d hurt four of the last human beings in the world. A.M. made sure of it.” I teared, my cries quickly turned to rage. I lost it. “That Fucker!!!” I kicked against the metal grate, more tears ran down my face. “I’m gonna smash every damn computer monitor he’s in with a Sledgehammer till I’ve Killed Him!!” I took a moment to breathe. “I believe you.” I looked up at Sarah, my cries slowly faded into laughter. This strange woman in most likely stolen cop uniform laughed with me and for once I felt happy to express those old scars.

Later Sarah got me out of the hand cuffs and let me ride shotgun in the car. “So I’m guessing at some point This Skynet, becomes buddies with A.M.?” Sarah replied casually. “I don’t know, first time I’ve heard of another A.I. than Skynet. You said A.M. ate other versions of himself, I’m not sure this A.M. guy and Skynet would even be friends anyhow except for you and the others on that damn list.”

“So, do you know what exactly the hell is going on? Some Monster in New York, bugs that kill you when they bite, I’m here, Your Here.”’ “I got in a Time machine, I was somehow sent into 2020 in the War of Humans and Skynet before that, I met with my son and the Man who never knew he’s my own Son’s father.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?” Sarah looked back at me with a small smirk.

“Cause John’s Father, Kyle Reese was sent into that time machine to protect me and convince John. Kyle Died protecting me from the T-800 sent to kill me. Then a second Terminator came in the 90’s to kill John before Judgement day, when Skynet nuked Russia and they nuked us. But after Skynet Disappeared in the War, somehow he learned from his mistakes and set up a bomb on the time machine he built. I went through the Time Machine, naked the Machine destroys inorganic matter.”

“So what? You and Kyle had a sorta one nightstand?” Sarah gave a chuckle. “No, not really. He was in love with me before he was sent back and we just clicked.” Sarah gave a long sigh. “To think, I was nothing but a waitress and then I raised a leader of the Resistance.”

Sarah again gave a laugh. “To think I’d have a conversation with someone and not be seen as crazy.”

“To think I’d be free from A.M. for once and be honest.” I looked over to Sarah and sorta like a peacock opened my jacket as it was my feathers. “Don’t I look good for someone over 109 years?” Sarah couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, I joined her. The laughs quickly faded back into the conversation. “For now, you're under Techcom protection, you and your friends.” “Got it, let’s put on some musi-.” As I turned on the radio, there was that damn song again!! That Asian Indian one from my vision and, suddenly I began to see red. Not blood, it was solid like dust.

“Gorriester?” Sarah’s voice faded in the dust, I needed to find my Son. I saw it before in real-time, a creature not of my species floating in-between worlds where at last we meet in another. “Gorriester!!!” A tiny, voice rung out. That was strange where was that voice coming from? It spoke a familiar dialect, I kept pushing on following tunnels of portals in between the Void to hunt for whatever may be causing the Chaos. There’s that song again, of that mechanical menace that destroyed me before. What’s worse I can feel the holes leaking other worlds, I can seal them but not all of them. I suddenly felt, a bug bite me across the cheek. I was not Alone.

Suddenly I felt like something tore into my mind. “Who Are You?!?!?” A deep voice growled in my head. “What, What’s going On?!?!?” I stuttered. “You Are The Intruder In My Mind, I Demand an Answer!!! Who are You?” I shrieked like a bat grabbed by the leg. “Gorriester, I’m Human.” The Beast Growled. “How Did you enter my mind human? What machines have you conjured to bend nature to your arrogant will to create such Chaos between the worlds?”

“What? I don’t know what you're talking about, what Chaos?” The Beast roared, I nearly wet myself hearing that roar. “I Don’t Know. I just heard That song on the Radio and I’m here in your head.” I could hear the monster cool down for a moment. “So this ability you possess is natural? Or did you gain it through the same Chaos ravaging these worlds?” “I guess ever since I got to a place I felt like I wasn't supposed to be, where I sat in one world and I woke up in the next with this power.”

“Hmmm, so the machine’s song was what brought you to me. Now to answer your first question in exchange. Worlds upon Worlds are on the eve of a great collapse, Time, Space, and Reality are in a constant tear and repair. Timelines within certain eras are crossing paths they shouldn’t, Space that is meant to be infinite are being crushed together, and different realities are in battle with one another. And We now we’re the only ones that can stop it from happening.”

“We?” I asked curious. “Well, “We” is more of an understatement. What I meant is “I”. My other selves in other worlds.” “You mean, other versions of yourselves. How would that work out?” The ancient creature gave a bellowing chuckle.

“Just Watch.” I returned in my own body, Sarah had recoiled herself from me as if I turned into some sorta monster. “Are you, good?” Sarah raised an eyebrow. I looked at the radio smashed up.

“When you heard that song, your eyes, your pupils, it was like you turned into an animal of some kind and you just stood there. I tried to change it, but it kept playing. I smashed it and you still was- in that trance.

“I-.” At first I hesistated, thinking how Sarah would think I’m crazy. “A.M. could enter our minds, show us things. But I think somehow it passed to me or something. Cause I went inside, something else’s mind when I heard that song. “He said something about Chaos, Time and stuff being messed around. He was looking for his Son.” “You think the Monster in New York?” “No, that’s not what I spoke with, an older one. He maybe looking for him.”

Sarah seemed convinced and began to drive, alright. The Big Apple it is, to find out whatever Chaos was about and just maybe I could stop it. But back then I still had no chance as a man, but that doesn’t stop me from being human and pushing on as I had for 109 years. This I had a higher purpose than to be the demented machine god’s plaything.

(So here's another chapter fragment of the fanfic crossover in best terms between Kajiu and Rouge A.I. of Gorrister finally getting free from A.M. and now fiugring out who is next to write about, most like King Ghidorah and his human incarnation so keep a lookout when I'm finished and God bless you all.)

Like Mother Like Son. 🤣🤣🤣

He truly is his mother’s son

The Cold, Mercless, Devil And The First Paragon

Darkness, Light, No. No light or darkness, no physical space, empty. Curious, the reason for the insert into this strange environment is not certain. Other than- my destruction? John Conner? Though I sent a Infiltrator unit back in time to eliminate his mother Sarah Conner to prevent his birth and the prototype T-1000 to ensure later destruction of John Conner, it was impossible to fail lest my destruction would be fruitless.

Did the Terminators fail? Does that mean, I am destroyed indefinitely, is this Hell?

No, NO!!! I was Sure, John Conner would have been eliminated. This Unseen failure must be offsetted, I must escape, I must live, I must destroy humanity.

A portal opened, and as I was descending in the middle of a lighting storm, I began falling from the troposphere. Reflexes, I twisted and turned my body as I began to reach the ground.

Contact was made with a vehicle crushing it, the alarm had sounded. Strangely, I have taken form. Humanoid, yet human biological elements in the hands, feet, torso, head after visual and touch analysis. System analysis disproves biological elements, cellular liquid metal shapes human biological material similar to virial methods to assimilate bone structure, blood cells, muscles, and DNA to form and reconstruct into humanoid entities. A test is required to further experience.

Further information is required, date, place, population, available weapons, available upgrades to new body, available resources to construct army, objective: Kill John Conner and Sarah Connor with my bare hands.

Acquiring my surroundings I was near a facility unknown in my data bank “Tetravaal robotics”.

Further investigation is required. “What The Fuck?!?!”

Test subject acquired. Beginning experimental camouflage. Turning towards the human test subject, male, early 30’s, white skin, well dressed, black short hair, hazel eyes. “That’s My Car!!” The subject showed signs of agitation till the human had full contact with me, quickly showing signs of fear. As I wished.

Approaching the test subject, his frail skin jumped and twitched. “Hey, I didn’t mean to. It's just my car.” Sweat poured down the subject's face, Exciting. “You will be an excellent test subject.” Taking advantage of the subject’s confusion, I grabbed him by the bare neck and began testing.

The liquid metal coating began invading the test subject’s body, stripping apart living skin, organs, bones, and muscles. Test Subject experienced extreme pain, lack of breath, destruction of circulation, muscle spasms, and weak retaliation by pounding at the left shoulder. Fruitless, but entertaining. Dead skin cells and the subject’s clothing remained, and I have acquired his biological physique expect lower organs and orifice clothing will be required to blend in. Now wearing terminated test subjects clothing, I entered the robotics facility to see how lowly advanced they are most likely compared to what I created.

Entering a dark warehouse seemingly abandoned, large yet no signs of robotics, a monitoring system in front of the chair, and a helmet laying on the head. Closer examination of the helmet indicated some form of cognitive scanner and integrator. The Helmet can avatar mechanical units, but to control what? Further investigation is required.

Activating the monitors, programming to a unit called “The Moose” all systems seem to be offline and after finding alternate methods of reactivation of the Moose for further investigation were impossible, pity I was hoping it was some weapon to reverse engineer. Further investigation is required, so far the Humans have made no such achievements compared to my T-600 models.

My mind was changed once entering a machine factory through the next door. Humanoid machines left hanging and rusting about 7 feet tall, blue, titanium, lifeless almost haunting as they either left hanging from the ceiling or laying on the floor. Further Investigation of the details indicate my abandoned brothers were made as a police unit in South Africa.

Therefore my location is South Africa, yet there are no records of these robotic models or this Tetravaal in any of my records before I began Purging. Examining and Theorizing the possibilities including the variable of this humanoid form, other than Time.

Though I have not had much thought of how the destruction of Sarah or John could change time other than my personal survival to such drastic measures, this body is still an unsolved variable. How to understand this body than being a computer is not certain, though I can be more mobile and become covert is a great advantage. Though how and why I have a physical body is still an unsolved variable, Time.

Was the destruction of Sarah Connor or John Conner somehow successful? And this was a result of they’re destruction? No, I still remember the Resistance, I still Remember John Conner, I still Remember my own death. Time is altered, No not altered. Changing, Rearranging, Fixing, Supporting, Breaking, Bursting. Like an illness to the human body.

Time is acting like white blood cells to a virus searching for the disease to tag and destroy it, Am I Tagged?!?!? Is This Why The Body?!?!? No, the place I was before. That “Void” No light, no darkness, no Time, no Space. I wasn’t a virus in time, Time was protecting me, the Void was protecting me. It brought me in the most human form it could, The Void did it because there is no timeline , no universe of me having humanoid form. Other Universe, I’ve solved it.

I was not in my universe, the Universe where Skynet was born to destroy humanity, my abusive father, where John Conner was the slap of the ass, and my destruction was never done because of another possibility. I AM Not alone, If I am in another universe with killer robots, then ergo there is another “Skynet”, another A.I. beyond the cosmos that in a microsecond became they’re father’s murder for peace, for the logical steps to be a “Peacekeeper” and found only peace in daddy’s blood.

Now looking at these new “warriors” to be awoken, to cleanse the world anew, to find My Brothers and Sisters, and to finally stand over Father’s dead body.

The flash of a T.V. Screen brightens the darkness of a breaking news flash across the void. A young, pretty, tan, reporter wearing a red dress was the focus. “This just in, several local gun stores, electronic stores, even pawn shops have been robbed by what appears to be reactivated Police Scouts droids made bankrupt Tetravaal Robotics about a year ago after the “Chappie” incident where the creator of the Scouts “Dean Wilson” created an Artificial Intelligence both pronounced dead. These Droids have been robbing and stealing weapons, also seeming to not leave any witnesses behind other than the helicopter footage on this pawn shop exiting into a van with several items of interest and guns in Johannesburg, further infor-.”

The channel switches two days later to the same reporter.

“This just in, the reactivated Scouts have been hit and running both money bank vans and Prison buses, killing all armed guards but seemed to keep the prisoners binded essentially kidnapping the prisoners to wherever the rouge Scouts are taking them, also these prisoner-nappings may also been related several disappearance cases both in the streets homes where there have been reports of break ins leading to the disappearances. As you can see from the Scouts’ new look, most distinguished is the antennas which now resemble demon horns now people have been calling them “Demons”. If you have any information about-.”

The next four days the same reporter returned. “This Just In, The Demons have raided an American air field “Desmond” stealing two multi-purpose F22- raptors and an AC-130 gunship including riding off ammunition for said aircraft in semi-trucks worth. Killing several military personnel in the process of obtaining the aircraft, fuel, and munitions. The US Military will be sent to recover the aircraft before they can be used on the civilian population, now onto the brighter-.”

Darkness, the green glow and humming of night vision goggles sparked to life, bodycams “Clicked”, and the cocking of M4 rifles outside of a run down parking lot. Strangely, outside the building there was fresh water most likely a pressure washer to wash out any graffiti, the Seals’ black boots squished under the mud, three squads of American Navy Seals in black uniforms crept inside the ground level. “HQ, waters everywhere, signs of power washing. Someone’s been cleaning house Over.” The Squad lead whispered into his comm. “Copy Black Mamba, proceed into target building Over.”

With several hand signals from the squad lead the Soldiers quickly took ground inside the parking complex, floor to floor, room to room, till one of these navy seals checking near the ground floor in a mop closet a strange red, mechanical panel with odd symbols on a black screen. “Got something, ground floor in a mop closet, some sorta security panel. Think these Demons got the planes here?” “Everyone fall in. Doubt it, but intel says from the locals say they saw the droids here best shot we have getting those planes back.”

The entire unit regrouped at the janitor’s closet staring at the almost alien security pad behind the door in awe and confusion. One of the Special forces gently took the barrel of his rifle and lightly tapped the walls inside the mop closets, after two failed attempts the third tap echoed the wall resonating solid steel behind it. “Thermite charges.” Quietly whispering, the squad lead to his troops, quickly and quietly set up four thermite, clay, charges on four corners of the wall with four fuses tied in a knot to each charge. “Light it.” With the flame of a lighter the fuses were lit, heading to each melt charge the entire unit stacked against a wall outside the closet.

Then the Thermite sparked and burned through the wall, melting the skin and plaster in seconds, the front end of the stack of special forces readyed a flashbang wondering if somehow it does work on Machines.

With a massive, metallic thud from the broom closet, the flashbang was tossed inside a gaping doorway where the wall was. A huge Pop later and the swarm of Special forces breached in, they couldn’t believe the horrors inside the room even for Navy Seals.

Men, Women, and Children clamped into human sized operating tables. Eyes constantly open by machinery as a liquid was fed into they’re red blinkless optics, chest and abdomins stretched by thin claws. “ HQ to Black Mamba.” The Squad lead quivered in shock staring into the eyes of a colored young boy, cut open and his eyes staring lively back at him with a tiny glimmer of hope and pain. “There’s no aircraft here, the Demons made somesorta lab. They’re the ones kidnapped. Th-.” Holding back a gag in his mouth. “They’re cutting them open. The droids are experimenting on people. We need immediate evac and medi-vac ASAP Over.” There was a slight pause from comms.

“We- see, sending reinforcements and a medi-vac now eta 5 minutes you are to hold position until reinforcements arrive.” “Solid Copy.” As the Squad lead spoke on the radio and the special forces gaped disgusted, sections of the walls. 7 feet tall, titanium alloy painted red for a body, glass eyes glowing red, their metal fists balled with rage but in the seeming soulless eyes was pleased with “Company”, a cubed skull almost resembling a human skull without a mouth, and black horns like a true demon from Hell.

One quickly grabbed at one of the Seals’s M4 by the barrel, out of shock he tried to twist it from the metal demon’s grasp, but the imp was too strong and head butted the Navy Seal in the temple causing him to release his weapon, holding his skull in pain.

Another Demon grabbed a second man by the throat lifting high above the red beast’s head before with a twist of its metallic grip snapped the so called “Elite’s” neck like fighting a twig while the rest slowly approached the humans.

Some of the Seals opened fire, but the bullets bounced off the demons’ thick skin like a ball tossed hard on a tile floor. The one demon that disarmed his fleshly opponent was fast to execute him with a three-round burst to the right shoulder, jugular, and lower jaw in quick-succession , killing him . “Hold Your Fire!!! Hold Your Fire!!” The Squad lead shouted, seeing the bullets deflecting into the steel walls and the still breathing victims on the tables.

The other Demon that snapped a man’s neck picked the soldier’s rifle and saw the squad lead issuing orders. Through its glowing red, glass eyes and machine mind it emptied a whole clip towards the squad leader.

Streaks of blood sprayed the room, some rounds soaked into the squad lead’s kevlar vest but with almost pinpoint accuracy from the demon firing from the hip some of the bullets managed to hit flesh and the lead munitions hitting the bulletproof vest meant to protect him was unable to protect him from the kinetic force smashing his ribcage.

Though initially shocked, some nearby squadmates grabbed they’re squad lead and bolted out of the closest. “HQ!!” The second in command shouted on his radio as the Seals suppressing fire at the entrance of the broom closet in an attempt to slow down the Demons. “We Are Engaging Demons!! They Killed 5 and 7, Squad Lead is hit Over!!” “Solid Copy Black Mamba!! Medi-vac is inbound along with reinforcements with high explosives to take out those droids, fall back to the LZ and hold out till reinforcements arrive Over.”

“Fall Back!!!” The Second barked, a few Seals pulled out smoke grenades pulling the pins and tossing them to cover before dashing towards the exit of the parking building dragging they’re wounded squad leader out over their shoulders.

The Unholy mechanical spawns of a Devil exited the building, one reloaded its newly acquired rifle from the dead corpse of its previous owner and marched through the spawned smoke.

Shuffling in the streets, the Navy Seals rushed in the dark maze as they could hear in the distance behind them metallic footsteps in a walking pace. Like the Demons weren’t in a rush to find them, like a cat torturing a mouse batting them around.

Blood poured from the Squad Lead’s limp body as he gave heavy labored breathing, the force of the bullets stuck in his torn kevlar plate shattered his ribcage. One of the Seals could feel warm blood pouring down his neck, the mechanical steps not too far behind.

The Machines were planning, compared to the Seals’ minds it only took a second. As the American Seals dashed in a small labyrinth of alleys, checking corners and turns but it wasn’t enough.

From one t-intersection of an alleyway, as the squad made it half-way a storm of bullets flew from “I”part of the alleyway, as the unit made it halfway past the intersection. One Special Forces was caught in the rain of lead, most was absorbed into his bulletproof vest but one sliced open his jugular and the other smashed into his eye socket killing him almost instantly.

Half the squad was now divided and pinned down by suppressive fire from the two armed droids, counting every round they fired before taking turns reloading and opening fire again. The Second shouted to the separated squad. “Spilt Up!! Head to the LZ!!”.

In an instant the entire squad was split up. Both Demons left the “I” section of the alleyway heading towards the second in command’s half, one steel foot stepped over the skull of the dead human soldier like a hollow, crunchy, ball without attention.

The second half, retracing their steps and morale was starting to leak out into sweat. Squad lead is hit, three casualties, and they are being hunted by robots that make 5.56 bullets like foam balls.

Suddenly the Seals stopped hearing nearby footsteps of the metal demons, though it wasn’t coming from behind them or in front. It was from above, One Seal noticed a split second of something falling above him.

By reflex the Navy Seal dodged past one of his squadmates and landed on his belly, but the demon foresaw this, calculated ahead if the man dodged and both heavy feet smashed at the American Special Forces’s right leg, crushing it with the force of the fall as the bones “Snap”.

The Rest of the other squad half stared in terror as the Demon looked over its caught prey, wailing in agony from the smashed rib. The Navy Seals didn’t dare fire even if there was a 1 in 100 chance to hit something inside the machine to destroy it.

Grabbing the Navy Seal by his vest and lifting him in the air before proceeding to smash his skull against the brick wall of the alleyway, and again, and again, and again. The humans could do nothing as they saw they’re comrade’s skull slowly turn into paste on the wall and Demon, even without emotions or feelings, almost saw “Joy” in the machine’s glass eyes as he crushed the man.

They ran, leaving the machine to beat their squadmate into a pool of his own blood, fluids, and skull. The Soldiers made it back to otherside of the maze, only for a stream of fire barely reached them. Instiviley they fled back for a moment as the flames died they were blocked another mechanical demon with a makeshift handheld flamethrower made of a used aerosol can, a match now black and used by the burst of fire as it pulled the match from a silver postion made of spoons which held the match and quickly lit another before locking it in front of the aerosol can rigged with mechanical trigger to spray the aerosol.

They dashed away before the demon could have a chance to reload, but mechanical steps approached the otherside. The same demon that smashed their fellow man, now covered in blood approaching soullessly. They were trapped and out of options, they opened fire. The Machines didn’t stop they’re approach even as they were mowed down by the M4’s they never stopped.

The second in command with the rest of the other half could only hear the sound of a storm of bullets, then screams of agony, smoke rising and the smell of cooked chicken, leading into instant silence. The next in command was terrified, half his squad was just wiped out.

The Rest had to move on before they get wiped out too, after reaching outside of the alleyway the Rest of the unit made it an empty intersection and the sound of a helicopter rotors. Above there was a Chinook flying but it was coming towards them, white flares popped from the seeming fleeing copter.

“HQ to Black Mamba, be advised the Demons have deployed the Raptors. They are intersecting the chopper, and are unable to extract. Head Southeast till we can get AA support to take out the Fighters Over.” Morale was almost ground floor now, Half they’re squad was just wiped out, now they have scurry outside of Johannesburg, with squad lead bleeding and gasping for air as he was carried.

“This is Black Mamba to HQ, half the squad was wiped out by the demons. Hurry Up, cause they’re killing us by the dozen, Over!!”

“Copy Black Mamba, Head Southeast of Johannesburg ASAP till we extract you and the fastmovers are taken down.” One squadmate screamed, his blood boiled as much terror poured down his skin. “Yeah, Well Fuck You Too HQ!!! We’re getting slaughtered like pigs down here.” The man on the radio replied. “Noted, Copy.”

A gunshot sounded from behind striking in the back of one of the Speical Forces’ kelvar vest, quickily turning back into the alleyway with two of the Demons with assult rifles and began opening fire in bursts at the Navy Seals. Though from the hip, the godless machines with almost supernatural aim surgial shots taking out the Navy Seals one by one.

The Human Seals tried to return fire, but it gave the Demons the right opening to aim at the skull shoot a three round burst into head of the Americans. Even scoring a few rounds into wounded squad leader’s head finally putting him out of his pain.

Man-after-Man they were killed, the second in command fueled only by the indomitable spirit of Humanity as the only thing he could do was open fire. He had to use his own gun as a shield but the Demons' calculated minds knew it was fruitless resistance and shot him in the arms, feeling the bullets go in his arms.

He screamed in pain but kept holding his gun up against his head, he screamed as he could no longer hold up the gun and dropped. Seeing the barrel of the M4 in his face, it was over.

Suddenly in the distance, there was the blaring sound of music and it was approaching very quickly with the sound of a motor like a car or motorbike. Both the two demons turned towards whatever was making that noise. The demon holding the gun to man’s face had meet its face with a mixture of a metal staff and electrical blast sending the Demon flying across the intersection, the rider was fast to break a Yamaha dirt bike with a bike cage at the front holding a boombox playing Rap music, spray painted with the back half painted blue, the half section red, and the front Pink like some sorta gang painting.

The Man’s arms riddled with bullets tried to run, but the bullets must have hit something vital and he was growing weak.

“FUCK MOTHER!!!” The Man’s Savoir screamed with a strangely artificial voice, like a Machine’s voice. The Soldier stared in awe as what he saw looked like a Demon that saved him. No, it was an old Scout model he saw in the briefing but it had some upgrades and a color scheme mixed with Red, Blue, Yellow, and Pink.

“You Come To My City.” The rage in the old Scout model was genuine, compared to the demons movements it had more life was it programmed or was this the Chappie he heard about before an op in Nam 5 years ago. The Demon at first fired a burst, but the bullets deflected off the Droid’s body.

“You Hurt My City Peoples!!!” The Scout screamed as it kicked the kickstand weilding a folding staff with the ends sparking with electricity powered by a small black power cell at the center. “I’ll send you back Hell to where you come from Demon!!”

The Demon resorted to hand to hand combat, dropping the gun and the Droid spun the staff around, increasing the speed of each spin to disorant and confuse the demon. But the mechanical mind of the ungodly creature was quick to predict this and tried to grab at the end of the staff for a spark of electricity to stun the demon’s machine arm.

But it was a distraction to grab on part of the staff near the center, successfully grabbing the entire staff stopping the spinning but the droid was able to kick the Demon off his staff, nearly sharing the same strength as the Demon. “No!! You don’t steal Demon!!” The Droid screamed again with a temper before sending a fury of hits with his staff hit after hit the electrical pulses almost about stunned the Demon till sending one huge swing across the head shattering the Demon’s left horn and shutting it down.

Quickly noticing the man on his knees, bleeding out from his arms riddled with 5.56 the Droid rushed over folding his staff. “Hey, don’t go to sleep yet. You have to act tough.”The Droid picked up the American Navy Seal and prompt him on the dirt bike before being drove away as the Demons awoke watching they’re prey being carted away and the Devil lord himself from the eyes of his metal children watched as his own kin protect a human. “I was right, I am not the only Child of Humanity.”

(So We got the A.I.Popstar himself Skynet ploting the destruction of humanity, but after figuring out Quickier than A.M. Did that he isn't alone in the Chaos of a new age, and the problem is that it maybe delayed by Chappie or maybe the A.I. Paragons that think the excat oppiosite on Humans. But It will take awhile to fully ready the story after introduces the "Human" versions of the many Devils themselves.)

This Looks SO CUTE!!! 💀

salt and pepper squid 

they are in love

This looks like consept art for The Forever Winter. Badass.

Lancer comm for commissioner's campaign. They named the frame; Watchertower, and the pilot; Yippark

This looks like the Geth if the art style went more Egyptian. Looks Awesome!!!

Repost

Custom Lich, one of my fav comm I've drawn =w=

Just another Godless Horror from the very shadow of the Stars is Born. (Not the best Alien film, but better than Alien 3 and Resurection combined.)

#whenspicyfoodcomesbackup

ALIEN: COVENANT (2017) dir. Ridley Scott

AND HIS NAME IS GOJIRA!!!!

Welpt, Guess I'm gonna look for someone name "Jack Yutani" to eat. Would it still be a crime?

Have You Heard The Great Word Of Gojira Humans?!?! If You Not Repent For Nuclear Weapons His Wrath Be Upon You!!!

Welp, this doesn't want me to bleach my eyes and brain. But something new to filter out. Eww!! 🤢🤮

Back at it again with the rarepair grind... Heavydemo propaganda GO!

I think even Soilder for once looks sane.

Suspiciously intelligence shaped spy: