Some time ago, on the Asian island of Japan, a great terror arose from the
Pacific...
On board the Japanese submarine Yamitsu...
“Captain!” calls a man posted at a radar station. “Come quick! Look!” The
captain peers at the dimly lit bleeping screen,
“My god! I’ve never seen such an enormous transfluxual pull on the surface of
the ocean!”
Then all of a sudden the Yamitsu and it’s valiant crew were plucked out the ocean
and rose high into the air. Then, with extreme violent force, the Yamitsu was split in two
by an unseen monstrosity. The crew was flung into the ocean, screaming, never to be
seen again.

At the Tokyo Center For Naval Training...
“Excuse me sir,” calls a professor running down a narrow corridor to catch up to
one of his superiors. “Could I have a word with you? We seem to have lost contact with
the Yamitsu and her crew. Things were running smoothly until about half an hour ago
when the detected....when....when they detected a transfluxual distortion of tremendous
proportion,” he said worriedly.
“What was it caused by?” asked the commander perplexed.
“A distortion this big could only have been caused by,” he paused, “well...a
distortion this big could have only been caused by Godzilla.”
The commander gasped in shock. “Was there any visual contact established?” he
asked.
“No sir, but our indications lead us to believe that the only possibly cause could
only be Godzilla based only the fact that the distortion was so big.”
“Very well. It is imperative that we establish visual contact before we take this
whole thing way to far. Tell the pilot to determine his course, if he is headed for Tokyo
we must take necessary actions.”
“At once sir.”

45 minutes later on board a navy helicopter above the Pacific Ocean...
“Good lord! It is Godzilla! I never believed I would see him again! Tokyo is
doomed!”

The city of Tokyo was prepared for such an attack. Godzilla had repeatedly
bashed the city time and time again for many years. The city was evacuated as soon as it
was known that Godzilla was headed towards the city and the military forces massed
along the coastline where he would arrive. Hopes were high that Godzilla would be
killed and stopped forever. The experimental Super X was in it’s final stages of testing
and would be implemented if necessary. The soldiers grew more and more afraid as the
time came of Godzilla’s arrival, they feared for they lives, but they knew that he must be
stopped, no matter what the cost.
Time passed and the men grew weary. They stood their guard scouring the shore
for first site of the monster. Then, with horrific volume, Godzilla growls could be heard
through the haze. The sound bellowed through the silent city, and out into the
countryside. The time had come for the war against Godzilla.
The soldiers, in many rows, must have numbered into the hundred thousands.
They manned their battle stations and prepared themselves for the onslaught. As
Godzilla came into firing range the site was blazing with explosions and alive with noise.
They bombed on Godzilla with all they had, unloading tons of missiles and bullets. They
attacked from the ground by tanks and rocket launchers, and by air with war planes.
There efforts were futile. Godzilla, barely slowed by the assault, unleashed his raw
energy upon anything standing in his way. The soldiers watched him climb onto the land
and out of the ocean. They quivered with fear, for they knew their fate. As Godzilla
passed through the lines of men and artillery they were crushed under his feet. He kept
walking, on to Tokyo. As he moved toward the city the general knew what must be done.
“Prepare the Super X. We must save the city! This is our last line of defense!”
The Super X, a compact hovercraft, was small but very lethal. Laced with heavy
armor and apocalyptic weaponry it’s sole purpose of construction was to defeat Godzilla,
once and for all.
The Super X was fired up and slowly headed toward Godzilla. The two pilots had
the weight of the Tokyo resting on their shoulders, it was up to them. As they prepared to
attack Godzilla didn’t even notice them. They armed a dozen protoplasmic missiles and
fired them directly at him. The monster growled in pain and swayed. The missiles
impacted him severely. Godzilla stared at the small machine. Then, with plenty of
ammo left, they armed themselves again. Endomorphine missiles, to slow him down,
were fired, and again they hit the already stunned monster.