Selee-01
All according to my Scenario
WORLD WAR KAIJU
In the Aftermath of Monsters
“I know she’s dead now, but sometimes I still watch the skies. Just in case..."
It is the year 2057, and the planet still burns.
In the years since 1945, monsters appeared all over the planet. Ranging from 20 to 80 meters tall, weighing from 10,000 to 60,000 tons, these beasts were awoken by nuclear testing, seismic mapping, deep drilling, meteor impacts, or even our ever-growing power grid. Some of them were slain, exploiting strange quirks in biology, or buried in glaciers and mountainsides by traps. But the vast majority remained.
Military weapons were useless against the Kaiju. Our mightiest bombs failed to scratch them. The only thing Kaiju were vulnerable to... was another Kaiju.
For decades, they fought, waged war unceasing. Their stamina seemed limitless, but fortunately, they typically kept their duels to the deep seas, underground, in barren regions. When they rarely hit a city, the effect was devastating beyond mention. They formed packs, built alliances and feuds. We learned to predict them, their territorial movements, which ones were benign and which ones would eat human flesh without a care. A balance was carefully struck, and our technology advanced in leaps and bounds.
We idolized the benign monsters, the heroes of old- Gigantis, Raitoga, Sanshoo and Imori, Tetsu Shisa, Togeryu, and Inoryu. We trusted them, and they learned to trust us.
In 2030, the Golden Monster came. He was dubbed Kinshiwamu, the Golden Death Wyrm. The most dreadful beast ever seen, a demon in golden scales with wings that shattered the light that fell on them, with a dozen eyes black as night and a mouthful of obsidian fangs. A beast that breathed a rainbow of destruction and reshaped the light that it absorbed into searing heat, flesh-melting gamma radiation, cosmic rays that boiled concrete. Our heroes fought him, and our heroes lost. They gathered allies for a second assault, and we threw our most powerful Mecha units and secret superweapons into action, awakening colossal nightmares we swore would remain buried. We prepared for Ragnarok. After forty days, we did it.
We killed Kinshiwamu.
It only cost us 3.7 billion lives, half the planet’s surface, and over 70 percent of the global Kaiju population.
It only cost us all law and order, poisoned our waters, shattered our continents, and rendered the atmosphere a chaotic ruin of thunder, drought, blizzards and fire.
It only cost us our beloved allies and friends, our heroic Kaiju.
It is the year 2057, and the planet still burns.
But new hope has arisen.
In a shattered world where monsters roam freely, where our ruined Mecha house shantytowns instead of hearts made of sunfire...
A rare, rare few have stumbled across something incredible.
Gemstones, called Shintai, which allow the attuned wielder to control a Kaiju.
With this power, one can do almost anything. Rule or serve, destroy or create...
And it will be needed, for Kinshiwamu is not dead. Merely sleeping.
And he will wake up.
