#Agon: Atomic Dragon

[chernobog13]

First rule of survival in any kaiju movie: don't be this guy!

[atomic-crusader]

Agon, The Atomic Dragon (1964)

[discipleofmothra]

Shinichi Sekizawa, Screenwriter for "Mothra," was the head writer for a short-lived tokusatsu show called Agon the Atomic Dragon in 1964 about a fire breathing radioactive amphibious dinosaur.

Sometimes, I like to imagine that Mothra loves Godzilla because he reminds her so much of her younger brother.

[the-fae-folk]

How to Build a World?

Some time ago, I answered a writing question as Quoth the Raven that dealt with how to go about Worldbuilding for your story (Found Here). I’ve now rewritten the piece because I was struck with inspiration for a much more poetic form. I rather like it this way... ______________________________________________________________ Every story has to start somewhere. Some start with an endless void, a dark abyss where spirits drift over the waters, an egg which has not yet hatched to reveal the universe contained within. But in my opinion the best beginnings are found on a blank page.

Sing an ode to the whiteness of a screen, to the sterile form of an unfilled notebook amidst a pile of notebooks you keep buying but never write in. I call upon thee, oh Muses, let the divine speak into the shadows and let there be light. Fountains may spring up from the deeps and the oceans pay homage to the moon above. I am but a humble supplicant to the gods of paper and ink, where multiverses of verse and prose are crafted from words alone.

A world must be made through the number seven. Seven days, seven dwarfs, seven epochs, seven sins, seven virtues, seven founding principles of building a world.

The First is of Magic. All worlds begin with magic in a way. You can call it by any name you desire; Nature, physics, deity. First a word is spoken, a rule, a way of being. Whether the universe is filled with blinding empty light and shaded to sight by suns of shadow and fires that burn black enough to repel the light of night, or if the endless skies are oceans where planets drift in bubbles of air and stars keep the endless ice of the galactic abyss at bay with their warmth.

It is a question of how your world works, a list of rules that cannot be broken by even you as the rest of the pieces fall into place. A willing suspension of disbelief is a fragile thing. If it breaks, you are dashed to pieces beneath the weight of fallen expectations. A reader betrayed is rarely forgiving to those who have broken their own laws.

So write, write of the shifting of stars and the fundamental forces of love and duty. In your canon proclaim the laws of wind and gravity, atoms of justice, and the blessed radiation of whimsy and wonder.

But once you have finished, and the last law carved upon the last stone atop your own Sinai, you must heed them always. From gods to grains of sand on a distant shore, none can break these commandments.

When you speak a second time, it is of Place. Of mountains and mayhem, of vast oceans where secrets lie forgotten far beneath the waves.

Reach out your hand to carve canyons from the paragraphs on the page, riverbeds that flow swift and pure into great lakes and down into silent aquifers below the very earth itself. Whether one sun, or seven, or none at all, this world must be made known through careful descriptions and prose.

And as long as it does not contradict your rules, you can have islands that fly through the skies, glass rain, giant geodic structures that have never seen the light of a single day. What of glaciers that chill the whole land into an ice age? Or a supervolcano that belches molten glass from its summit?

Then, as your world is forming, think on the third principle of building a world. Life.

Deep down in the depths of the darkest seas you might form creatures so alien they defy the very mind, drifting on currents and living without sun or sky, only in eternal shadow and crushing pressure. Or you may begin on land instead, with green skinned goblin-like folk who live among the trees and speak in song and melody as they hunt the fire breathing dragonflies. Perhaps even the sky might be your dominion. Pods of whales that swim among the clouds, blowing geysers of wind high into the abyss of blue and white that turns to stars at the highest heights.

Each living thing lies in connection with one another. Eating, growing, changing, moving. Flowers make bioluminescence in forever darkened woods and caverns. Gas filled balloon-like pods could carry creatures high into the sky with them, letting them escape from predators.

Here and now your pen is the fountain that begets creation, your mind is the tree from which all life springs. This world is your garden to cultivate, your Eden cradled between life giving rivers.

Wherever you touch there will be life. In the most scorching of deserts, in the deepest caves and wells, in the furthest canyons, upon the coldest glaciers. And as long as you remain true to your rules of reality, your world can take even the most whimsical of forms. Trees whose roots tangle among the clouds and whose boughs hang down towards the distant earth below, people who can see colors that neither you nor I have ever heard of. Each new thing makes your world more complex, more real, more connected.

Perhaps you know what comes next? In truth it has already begun, for your fourth is of Cognition.

It may be that somewhere in your world there is a creature or plant, perhaps many, or even all, who have tasted that forbidden fruit and became more than they were, became aware that their eyes had been closed and for the first time knew that they could open them and look.

What might it be like? To look out at the world and for the first time see it anew? Before there was survival and safety, food and mating. There was no time for beauty, no time for dreaming, no time for such things when every moment was needed. Yet at some point, there was time, and someone stopped to look. And everything changed.

Most creators prefer the humanoid form when building cognizant peoples, though not all, some few might choose different shapes. Plant, reptile, insect, or even stranger forms the likes of which might not be found here in our world, but only in that world of their making.

But the shape isn’t the important thing. No, what is vitally important is the manner of cognizance. How is it that your people understand the world? What are they aware of? What things can they hear? Or touch? Taste? See? Smell? Or perhaps they have senses that can only be described in roundabout ways to readers who will never entirely understand what it is to perceive in such ways, like blind men who try to know what it is like to see.

Now it is time at last for your fifth. This is the culmination of all things thus far, the laws of reality, the geography, the life, the cognizant peoples… Your fifth is Culture.

Peoples gather together. They make laws to protect or to divide, to ensure and ensnare. They farm or hunt for food, creating new ways with new generations. And best of all they tell stories. Oh those stories. These are the things of which culture is made. Stories that are woven into tapestries or painted into murals, songs are composed to evoke the emotions of such stories, even food is cooked to be eaten as the stories are told.

But there are other things which can affect your peoples and persons. Where do they get their clothing? Animal hides or plant fibers? Perhaps wool or cotton? And how is it obtained? Technology? Magic? Labor? Do the people even wear clothing at all? For some might not find it necessary if they are perfect for the place they dwell in their world.

What foods can they eat? Would you or I even recognize it? Let alone be able to digest it without agonizing pains in our stomachs? A fruit that glows might transfer its glow to those who eat it, giving them light to see in the dark and energy to live another day. Certain beasts are only slaughtered on certain days of the star calendars, for festivals and holy feast days, for ceremonial reasons and never secular ones.

Here is the most dangerous part in your journey, for the building of culture can become a mire or a maze, a labyrinthine pit from whence you can never escape no matter how much you build. Every detail begets another, and cultures are more than any one person can make. World Builder though you are, you still have limitations of your own.

So you look to the sixth, which is history. From whence did they come? And where do their journeys go? And of course, what happened at every step in between? Kings and emperors to the feuds of petty farmers. Did the dragons lay claim to the seven clawed mountains in the forty ninth century or did the Arch Astronomer falsely claim they did so that he might turn his people’s thoughts to southern trade?

Culture takes time to move and once it begins it will not stop. From the grand world point of view to the shortsightedness of individuals, each and every step will be important. Religions and wars, cataclysmic events, heroes, and even plagues. Everything that arises when you add time to the world you have created is history. The world is a living breathing thing that will move on its own if you let it.

The seventh day arrives. Some deities might rest, seeing that all is good. But not you, for your world is made in slavish worship to the Story. A world built so that it might contain, for good or ill, a tale of your telling.

So write, prideful one. Your hubris has driven you to follow in the footsteps of the gods themselves, building a world where before was nothing. It is time to look closer, to follow a single strand of thread in this tapestry you have woven from dreams and shadows.

Now that you have crafted for us an entire world, tell us your tale. We are listening.

[tyrantisterror]

I like Agon the Atomic Dragon’s alternate title, Phantom Monster Agon, because there is a weird, haunting quality to his short series that really does give him a spookier vibe than most kaiju.  It’s a very eerie kaiju story, and if any kaiju I’ve seen feels like it could “haunt” Japan, it’d be Agon.

[chernobog13]

Agon makes the scene in the opening credits of his television miniseries Giant Phantom Monster Agon (1964/1968), aka Agon: Atomic Dragon.

[atomic-crusader]

It's not of the best quality, but I found a color (or maybe colorized) photo of Agon The Atomic Dragon. The suit looks good in color, and I'm surprised the color is the same as when it was reused as the monster Aron from Space Giants.

[klen7]

Atomic Dragon

"Agon" is getting a Japanese Blu-ray release in December for it's 50th anniversary, maybe that will bring some new attention to this series

[dreagen-blog1]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWp3BPpC1j0)

On this episode we check out the Kaiju genre's foray into television with Giant Phantom Monster Agon.

[pkmatrix]

Sure!

Agon the Atomic Dragon:

Daigoro from Daigoro vs. Goliath:

Momma, Papa, and Baby Gappa from Gappa, the Triphibian Monsters:

Anyone got suggestions for some kaiju that aren't from either Godzilla or Ultraman? I'm making a list for kaijune and I need 7/8 more of them.

[tokufandubseries]

Tokusatsu Collected (Changes Overtime) 5

Kaijuu Series:

Godzilla (1954) = X

Godzilla Raids Again = X

King Kong vs. Godzilla = X

Mothra vs. Godzilla = X

Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster = X

Invasion of Astro-Monster = X

Ebirah, Horror of the Deep = X

Son of Godzilla = X

Destroy All Monsters = X

All Monsters Attack = X

Godzilla vs. Hedorah = X

Godzilla vs. Gigan = X

Godzilla vs. Megalon = X

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla = X

Terror of Mechagodzilla = X

The Return of Godzilla (1984) = X

Godzilla vs. Biollante = X

Godzilla vs. King Ghidorah (1991) = X

Godzilla vs. Mothra (1992) = X

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (1994) = X

Godzilla vs. SpaceGodzilla = X

Godzilla vs. Destoroyah = X

Godzilla 2000: Millennium = X

Godzilla vs. Megaguirus = X

Godzilla, Mothra and King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack = X

Godzilla X Mechagodzilla = X

Godzilla X Mothra X Mechagodzilla: Tokyo SOS = X

Godzilla: Final Wars = X

Shin Godzilla = X

Godzilla: Monster Planet = X

Godzilla vs. Kong = X

Godzilla Minus One = X

Gamera: The Giant Monster = X

Gamera vs. Barugon = X

Gamera vs. Gyaos = X

Gamera vs. Viras = X

Gamera vs. Guiron = X

Gamera vs. Jiger = X

Gamera vs. Zigra = X

Gamera: Space Monster = X

Gamera: Guardian of the Universe = X

Gamera 2: Attack of Legion = X

Gamera 3: The Revenge of Iris = X

Gamera the Brave = X

Gamera 1999 = X

Gamera 4: Truth = X

Gamera (2015) = X

Mothra = X

Mothra (Rebirth of Mothra) = X

Mothra 2: The Battle Under the Deep Sea (Rebirth of Mothra II) = X

Mothra 3: Invasion of King Ghidorah (Rebirth of Mothra III) = X

Rodon, Giant Monster of the Sky (Rodan) = X

Varan the Unbelievable = X

Dogora the Space Monster = X

Daimajin = X

Daimajin, Return of Daimajin = X

Daimajin Strikes Again = X

Daimajin Kanon = X

Gappa: The Triphibian Monster = X

Frankenstein vs. Subterranean Monster Baragon = X

Frankenstein's Monsters: Sanda vs. Gaira = X

Counterattack of King Kong = X

Giant Space Monster Guilala = X

Guilala Strikes Back: the Touyako Summit Attack Crisis = X

Gezora, Ganimes, and Kamoebas: Decisive Battle! Giant Monsters of the South Seas (Space Amoeba) = X

The Monsters' Desperate Battle–Daigoro vs. Goliath = X

Pulgasari = X

Agon: Atomic Dragon = X

Giant Phantom Monster Agon = X

[malcolmteller-blog]

[HORROR] The Kingmaker and Me

I don’t like to think of myself as an addict. I mean, alright, that’s what I am, but I like to think of myself as something more than that, you know? I’m an adventurer, a dreamer, a wannabe scholar. A lover.

Okay, the hell with it - I’m an addict. It’s something I need to face, especially as it got me into the mess I’m in now.

I was born about thirty years ago in Halifax, Nova Scotia - Eastern Canada. I had a good life. Middle-class household, loving Mom and Dad, loving sister. Everything was perfect, except that it wasn’t.

Mom and Dad had various problems, namely that Dad was an adulterous dirtbag. Me and Jenny, my sister, seven years older than me, would hear them fighting when we were lying in bed at night. Finally, it got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to cope some way or another, so, when I was fifteen, I started dabbling in drugs. Stuff like marijuana. Honestly, I loved it - it was the perfect escape for me. Eventually it got to the point where it was the only way I could wind down. A year later, Mom finally packed her stuff up and left and took Dad to the cleaners in the divorce. Real nasty stuff, a hell of a lot of hatred and bitterness between the two of them that Jenny and I definitely noticed. Like I said before, I needed to cope. So, I retreated into my friend group - who by this point were made up of mainly scumbags and juvenile delinquents - and, with one thing leading to another, I got into the harder stuff. Coke, ecstasy, that whole deal. Then, a few months later at a party, I tried heroin for the first time in an attempt to impress some girl. Boy, were we ever off to the races, then.

So, by the time I was eighteen my older cousins were dragging my struggling and fighting body out of Mom’s house, Jenny holding her as she sobbed so hard that her body wouldn’t stop shaking. I still remember that. She’d told me that I was out of her life until I ‘was her son again’. It breaks my heart now when I think about it. Of course, then I just hated her and thought she was being a total bitch. That’s what drug addiction does to you, though.

So, by the time the 2016 presidential election is happening, I’m hustling on the streets of Vancouver, just a slave to the junk.

That’s when I discovered Elfa.

How to describe Elfa? It was the most amazing shit imaginable. I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s what I imagine Heaven must feel like. It’s amazing. There was a bunch of other stuff too, which I’ll get to, but it was the best drug I’d ever taken.

I’ll do a quick rundown. I get into the squat where I’m living with some other fiends, and I popped a pill - just one, to start off with.

Within ten seconds of me swallowing the thing, I was on the top of the world. It felt like that first high I got the first time I ever did heroin. Fuck chasing the dragon, with this shit I’d damned well caught the dragon.

But that wasn’t it. For the first few hours, I laid on my dirty mattress in this state of ecstatic bliss. Just, I’d never thought this kind of feeling could exist. For the first few hours, I just laid there, this huge smile on my face. Life was perfect at that moment. Then, I drifted off to sleep.

In that sleep, I saw things. Things you’d never imagine. Cities as ancient as time itself. Entire galaxies filled with song. Then… then beasts, beasts that anyone would see as horrific and terrifying if they saw them, but I saw them as beautiful. I think that’s the crew the Kingmaker was from.

We’ll get to him.

But by the time I was on hour twenty six, I was drifting in and out of sleep, and the whole way through I had become enmeshed in this other world, this higher state of consciousness and being. My entire body felt warm, and I felt as if I was floating in water. I felt like I was connected to every atom in the world, that I was one with everything. Like I was back in the womb, honestly. In a lot of ways it was like a lot of other highs I’d had, but with Elfa, it was far better than anything I’d ever had and could ever have imagined. I’d been using for a little over a decade, and I hadn’t ever experienced anything like this.

Then I crashed.

Out of nowhere, I was snapped out of the high and back into the real world. Believe me, it was a jarring shift. One minute I was basically in the highest level of paradise imaginable, and the next I was laying on my mattress in a dirty squat, feeling like absolute garbage.

I started to panic almost immediately. The sheer goodness of the high and the abrupt end to it led to me needing the high really bad. So, scrambling to the baggie across the room, my hands shaking, I picked up the baggie, opened it, and shook a couple pills out onto my palm. I wasn’t even thinking when I swallowed both of them at once. I waited. For fifteen minutes. Fifteen of the longest, most agonizing minutes I’d ever spent in my entire life, and all for nothing. Nothing happened. The two other pills didn’t work.

I tried some more. Still nothing. In a rage, I threw the baggie at the wall, most of the pills scattering all over the place. I sat down, shaking - with rage, and with the mad, desperate need for a fix. I was so. Fucking. Furious. As far as I was concerned, I was ripped off in one of the worst ways possible. The little bastard gave me a baggie that had one good pill in it, the rest garbage, probably so he could rope me in to buy the real stuff at double the price.

So there I am, sitting on the floor of my room, my mind racing with plots and plans of how to expertly fuck over the bastard who did this to me.

That’s when I heard a voice inside my head.

Like, not the voice of me thinking something. No, this was something different. It was as if someone was in the room with me.

I’m sitting on the dirty floor, shaking with rage and with the need for a fix, and trying to work out how I’m gonna beat the living fuck out of the little bastard who ripped me off. I’m sitting there, and I hear the voice - of a man - this slow, young (as in early forties), smooth, well-spoken voice. The kind you’d imagine an Ivy League professor to have.

“Danny.”

My head shot up and then swerved around as I desperately tried to track down who spoke to me. No one was in view. I got up and walked to my door and peeked around the corners. Still nobody. Then it spoke again.

“I’m not in the building, Danny.”

I stood there, frozen, my blood pumping and feeling like ice in my vein. What the hell was going on? Was I going nuts?

The voice responded to that thought, interestingly enough. “No, you’re not going nuts. Sit down, and we can talk.”

I slowly - shakily - walked back to my mattress and sat down on it. Then, the voice continued.

“You can call me the Kingmaker. I’m the one who controls the highs you get from Elfa. I can switch it on and off at my pleasure.”

My heart was pounding at this point because I was starting to freak. The fuck. Out. I’m sitting here, and some disembodied voice is telling me that it controls whether I get high or not from a drug that I took. This was way, way too crazy for me. Evidently, though, the Kingmaker sensed my panic and so kept talking to me.

“Just calm down. Everything will be alright.” Not listening, I started to - in an internal panic - try and figure out how to get out of this situation. The Kingmaker noticed that too, and this time spoke more firmly. “I said calm.” Something in the voice… it made me calm down. What I know now, but didn’t quite notice then, was that the voice at that point had struck fear directly into my heart.

So I was forcefully calming myself down, just sitting there, and it continued.

“Now, we can begin. I’m happy to let you keep getting high off of Elfa. You’ve already caught a glimpse of what’s out there.” It paused, then continued, answering a question that popped into my head as it said that. “No, what you saw - the cities, the beings, everything - it’s all real. Beautiful, wasn’t it? Now, like I said, I’m happy to help you get high, but you have to do some things for me.”

I started to answer hesitantly, but the hesitancy was all for show. I was trying my hardest to not answer quickly and eagerly, because I was willing to do anything - anything - for some more of that high.

“So,” I said, trying to sound sufficiently slow and reluctant, “what do you need me to do?”

Then he told me, and left. Now, many of you may think that what I ended up doing was just fucked up, and I’ll be honest with you, it kind of was. But, I was a fiend, I needed my fix, and so I was able to justify it to myself.

It took me a full day to find a stray cat, and then a couple of hours later I’m out in the forest cutting its throat open and bleeding it out into this bowl I’d brought with me. Then, when the cat was fully bled out and completely dead… now stay with me here, when it was fully bled out and completely dead, I drank its blood from the bowl. All of it. It tasted fucking bitter, and I felt like I was gonna vomit, but I forced it all down. I know, I know how this sounds and even looks. I murdered a cat and drank its blood because a voice in my head told me to. What can I say? Elfa did so much for me, and I needed it just that badly.

So I get home, pop an Elfa, and sure enough, I’m brought to heights I’d never conceived of. This was even better than the first high I’d gotten. I felt like I didn’t even have a body, like… how do I describe this… like I didn’t even exist, like I was just the peaceful background radiation of the universe.

I saw things, too, this time immediately. I saw entire cities of stone and glass suspended in the stars, with beings I can’t even begin to describe scurrying back and forth in them. I saw flights of angels streaking across an endless sky, bright trails of light being left behind in the wake of their wings.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I woke up in bed, as if I’d had the best sleep of my life.

I got up, and made myself breakfast, then hit the town. I didn’t feel the craving then. I never did right after I used Elfa - that was the trick of it, and I do think it was how the Kingmaker managed me. He would manipulate the high and my need in some sick sort of alternating balance, I’d soon discover.

The sky was clear of clouds, and the sun was so bright. As I walked, I just started… thinking, about life, about me. I started to think about my sister. Jenny, oh God, Jenny. Her dark hair, her warm but mischievous smile, and how she’d always been so full of light and energy. I remembered all that, and most of all I remembered how much she loved me, even when everything turned to shit.

As I was walking through the city, ignoring people’s stares (let’s face it, my clothes were ratty as fuck), I started to miss her. I hadn’t missed her in the time I’d been gone. I mean, to be honest, that was because I didn’t let myself miss her, because I didn’t want that level of hurt. This time… this time, though, I started to think on her, and I started to wonder what it’d take for me to get back into her life.

I thought a lot about that as I walked, and then I made my way back home. Then, for the next week, I lived in a blissful haze of Elfa and heroin.

Then the high stopped, and the Kingmaker called on me once again.

“Danny.” That calm, smooth voice. It didn’t sound any different, but… well, something about it this time, it chilled me to the bone. I guess I somehow sensed the true nature behind it.

I was laying in bed, blissful in the afterglow of Elfa - the high having dissipated hours ago, but traces of it still present. Hearing the voice, I shot up in bed, my entire being at full alert.

“Yeah?” I asked sleepily. The Kingmaker didn’t waste any time in responding.

“I need you to do something for me again.” Short, and to the point.

“What?” I answered, curious.

“There is a man who will be leaving his work place tomorrow evening, at a particular office building downtown, I’ll direct you to it when the time comes. You’ll know who he is when you see him.” Then an odd silence.

I waited, then asked, somewhat impatiently, “And? What am I supposed to do then?”

“You are to kill him, with a knife, and cut his heart out and eat it.”

My eyes widened, and after a moment of confusion, I started to laugh.

“Okay, no, you’re fucking me. You don’t want me to do that.”

“I do.” His voice was flat, deadpan.

The reality of the situation sunk in, and I started to shake - not from withdrawal this time, but from fear.

“No, no no,” I started to mutter, shaking my head. “I-I can’t. No, I won’t.” Murdering an animal? Fucked up, but doable. But this? I mean, Christ, there’s a huge difference between a stray cat and a fucking person. I wasn’t gonna do it, and that was that.

The Kingmaker remained silent for a few brief moments, and then spoke again. “Fine. Have it your way. But I have a feeling you’ll see things my way eventually.” That was it. He said that, and didn’t say anything to me for a long time after that.

At first I thought I’d got off easy. Like, ‘oh, you’ll see things my way eventually’. Pfft. What the hell was that, anyways? No, asshole, I’m not gonna see things your way, so fuck off. As for the Elfa… well, even a dope fiend has his limits.

Or so I thought.

The craving hit hard in under half an hour. At 1PM, I was cooking myself some breakfast. By 2PM, I was pacing back and forth, in physical agony and not even able to think about anything but Elfa. God, Elfa. The things that drug could do to me, would do to me if I’d only see reason, I was thinking. But I still had my resolve, my will. I wasn’t gonna go and murder someone for a fix. That wasn’t me.

But then the evening came. Before then, during the day, I’d slammed some heroin to take the edge off. I got some high, but not nearly enough to make myself comfortable again, even after taking an amount that would have killed me had I taken it a month ago. The pain felt like it was in my very bones, and my body was slick with sweat, and I really felt like I was gonna die. I didn’t know if I’d make it to tomorrow. Then… and, look, I get it. When I tell you this part, you’ll hate me. I know you will. But you need to understand - junkies, when the junk has got ahold of us, it… it takes over our lives. It takes over everything. When the need is bad enough, well…

Basically, I started to rationalize it all to myself. What the Kingmaker wanted me to do. Like, everyone dies, right? Life is full of tragedy, and a lot of it senseless. Besides, who’s to say the guy wouldn’t get in a terrible car accident, or something like that, a week down the road? What’s one week taken off his lifetime? Really? And, I mean, maybe this Kingmaker person was actually God, which did make a weird sort of sense given how he could control my high. If he was God, then wasn’t I doing God’s will by killing this guy? Who could argue with that?

Long story short, the next evening I was in my hoodie crouched behind this poor bastard’s car, a knife gripped in my hand. What had put me there was a bunch of half-assed, shaky as hell justifications and rationalizations that would have collapsed the second they were critically examined by anyone other than myself.

So I’m there, and I’m waiting. The craving had gone way way down since I decided to go for this. It was the Kingmaker’s doing, I knew. Finally, after a few minutes, I caught sight of the guy. He looked to be mid-forties, with graying temples. He was dressed in a sleek business suit that must have cost a fortune, and was carrying a black briefcase. He impatiently checked his phone as he approached the car, and was putting it back into his pocket just as he reached the car and as I jumped out.

The parking lot was clear except for his car, and the two of us. He’d worked late. So no one heard as I forced my body against his, or as I started stabbing the knife into his neck - over and over again, as hard as I could - as he screamed his head off. No one heard as I was straddling his lifeless body minutes later, blood covering my hands and arms as I started to cut into his chest. No one heard that, and no one heard as I bit into his wet, meaty, red heart, forcing the meat and the blood down in hard swallows as I desperately tried not to vomit it all back up.

I was back at my place a couple hours later. I was sobbing harder than I’d ever sobbed before as I entered my room. I felt like I didn’t deserve to live, because I knew I didn’t. I couldn’t get that next hit of Elfa in me fast enough. I needed to kill the pain. More than anything else, I needed to.

I don’t need to describe the high. It was, as usual, amazing, and it did drown out the pain and horror I felt at having done what I did. Just blissful, peaceful eternity. Then it ended, and the Kingmaker called me again.

“Danny.” Smooth, calm, collected as ever. Me hearing it as I laid on my bed, perpetually growing traces of withdrawal stabbing their icy fingers into my bloodstream as he spoke to me.

“What do you need?” I asked flatly. I was drained, powerless, lacking all strength and energy. I was his slave, and we both knew it. I felt so horribly small, so weak.

“Go to the beach tonight. Make a bonfire, and bleed over it. The flame will turn green, and that way you’ll know it worked.”

“Know that what worked?” I asked, but he didn’t respond. He was gone, and almost immediately, I started to feel the withdrawal far, far more.

So hours later, with the moon shining bright above me, I carefully and steadily cut my arm open over the bonfire I’d prepared. The flames eagerly licked the air with the sheer heat from it bathing my face and body. As my blood hit the fire, the flame turned green and jumped high into the air. Then something weird happened. I saw, for a brief moment in the flames, a horrifying beast. I can’t describe it. The ripples of its muscles, the sharp, bloodied claws, the skin that looked like it had been boiled… our eyes met briefly, and I felt - I knew - true fear at that point. True, overwhelming, absolute fear.

An hour later, I was in my bedroom rolling on Elfa. Something was odd, though. The high didn’t penetrate me quite fully. I still felt anxious, unnerved, scared, based on what I’d experienced back at the bonfire. Eventually, the high wore off and as it did, I finally found the strength inside of me to try and get out. To try and put the Kingmaker, and the Elfa, behind me. I was unsure and unsteady, but something about what I saw at the bonfire changed something inside of me. I had to at least try to get out. To do that, I’d start with my sister. I guess I’d found a small kernel of strength in me, powered by hope.

The next day, after I’d dug up enough information on her on the Internet, I was walking to a nice-looking office high-rise downtown. I was going to meet my sister as she left work that day. This would be the first time I’d seen her in years, and I didn’t know how to feel about it. But the truth was, I had nothing at that point. Nothing - apart from Elfa and the Kingmaker. I wanted to get out, but I needed support. I knew I couldn’t do it alone. That was why I wanted to go to Jenny - she was my sister, and I really felt that, somewhere deep down, she still loved me. I didn’t even consider going to my parents - too ashamed.

Anyways, I made it to her building and waited at the foot of the steps leading up to the main entrance. It was huge and all glass, the sun shining through and reflecting off of it. I had timed my arrival to be right at the end of her day, so I didn’t get ambushed by security before she showed up.

Sure enough…

I spotted her coming down the steps, briefcase in hand and her clad in a sharp pantsuit. She was even more beautiful than she looked in the pictures - a sharp face, with jet black hair tied into a short ponytail, and bright green eyes. She looked so different, yet at the same time, just how I remembered her.

As she approached, I stepped forward and called out her name. “Jenny!”

She looked up and, catching sight of me, automatically recoiled - in fear, horror and disgust. Then she just stopped, and squinted a tiny bit, really looking at me, and then her eyes went wide.

“Danny?” she whispered, in a kind of half-gasp.

Later we were standing outside a coffee shop across the street from her work. We couldn’t go in because the owners wouldn’t let me - me personally - inside. I looked like a fucking mess, and I hadn’t showered since I started using Elfa. Still, I was excited, even though Jenny was… not. She kept glancing around, the only consistent movement with her eyes being that she refused to meet mine. I sensed this odd coldness coming from her. Later, I’d realize why.

“Jenny,” I gushed, the withdrawals starting to come on, but just barely. “How’ve you been?”

“Good,” she responded immediately, all too quickly, before asking a question. “What do you want?”

I was taken aback by her shortness with me, but I didn’t think too much of it, even though I guess I should have.

“I wanna get clean.” I had such hope and energy in my voice.

Finally, her eyes met mine - and in them, I saw. I really, really saw. Just this coldness - hatred, even. It finally sunk in - she wasn’t going to be my saviour. My soul sank as I realized, and started to internally curse myself for being so stupid.

“So,” she said, her voice like ice, “you think you can just forget about everything - what you put all of us through - and try to worm your way back into my life?” I found it odd that she said ‘my life’, and not ‘our life’, as in her, Mom and Dad. I filed that away as I responded.

“Jen, come on,” I said, laughing nervously, “don’t be like this. I’m really trying he-” but she cut me off.

“You’re not gonna get clean and we both know it, let’s be honest with ourselves.” Her voice was flat and cold. I just stared at her. She’d changed. Something inside of her - she wasn’t the warm, bubbly teenage girl and then young woman that I once knew. In the dead silence between us, she said one final thing.

“Don’t contact me again. If I see you again, if I hear from you again, I will get the police involved.” With that, she abruptly brushed past me and started to quickly walk away.

A mix of emotions flooding into my being, I thought quickly and then, deciding on one last gamble, called out to her.

“Jen! What about Mom and Dad? How are they?”

She stopped abruptly, and slowly turned around, a look of confusion on her face. The kind of look that said “how could you not know?” Then it softened, with her realizing that whatever it was, there was no way for me to know. She called out, “Mom died of cancer five years ago, and Dad died of a heart attack last year.” Then she turned, and walked off, quickly rounding a corner.

I just stared after her, completely silent with everything inside of me crashing down all around me. My God, Mom and Dad… As I thought on that, the tears just started to run forth. Everything I’d done - to them, to Jen, to myself - it was all a fucking waste. Now I truly had nothing. Not just no family, but no hope, either. It all started to sink in. I wasn’t going to get clean. I wasn’t going to break free of the Kingmaker. It was all a sucker’s game. That’s all it was and was all it’d ever be. How could I have been so goddamned stupid?

I made it home quickly enough. Sure enough, as I entered the door, I heard that smooth voice of his.

“Danny. I need you to do one more thing for me, then we’ll be done for now.” The withdrawals weren’t that intense when he asked - I guess he knew where my mind was at with him at this point.

“What do you need?” I asked immediately. He answered, and I set about carrying out his wishes immediately. I was fully intent on doing whatever he needed. I’d learned to face the facts - this was my life now. Elfa, and the Kingmaker. The three of us tied together in a sordid and twisted dance of dominance, craving and power.

It didn’t take long for me to get to the dilapidated, run-down hotel in the ghetto of my city. I was steadfast as I walked through the lobby, its cracked and graffiti-laden hallways appearing to widen ahead of me, a sort of ceremonial sign of respect to the representative of a king. I wasn’t nervous as I knocked on the door on the top floor, and I wasn’t nervous when I saw her as she opened the door. Looked to be about mid-twenties, shaved head, various tattoos up and down her arms. I noticed the signs of early addiction - the track marks on her arms, and the visual signs on her face of the drugs wearing her down. I stepped in and closed the door behind me, and we went to work.

The sex was frenetic and hurried, but not passionate, but rather mechanical. All that was in my ears was the sound of our bodies pressing against each other, and our respective gasps. Finally, I climaxed, and it was over. My part was done.

I headed home immediately after, and popped some Elfa. I laid on my bed and closed my eyes as I drifted off into the blissful haze of the drug.

Except instead of encountering what I wanted - needed - to encounter, I encountered something else.

I opened my eyes and felt a massive, overwhelming wave of horror and terror. I saw a fast, jumbled montage of images, each with its own complex set of emotions. First was imagery of the tasks the Kingmaker had had me carry out - the killing of the stray cat, the murder and the cannibalism, the bleeding, the sex. Then the sight of the moving bodies of myself and the woman shifted and twisted until there was a vision of a woman in a room, giving birth. The baby screamed as it came out, but something about the sight of it chilled me. Before I could get a closer look, there was now a vision of a group of black robed figures in a warehouse. Then a person in a white robe stepped forward, with a woman’s figure. She lowered her hood, and… God, she wasn’t even human. Her skin was red - too red - and scaled as well. It looked like it had been boiled in water for hours.

She lowered herself to her knees, leaned forward and started to retch. Finally, she vomited forth a human heart - at least that’s what it looked like. Black, wet and pumping by itself on the floor. Then… then the heart started to grow. It got bigger, and bigger, and by the time twenty seconds had passed, it was the size of a person. Then a claw - twisted and curled, with long, incredibly sharp claws - burst out of the giant heart, with another claw bursting forth and ripping the flesh of its prison open. Finally stepping out was a beast, and… I recognized it. It was the beast I’d seen in the green flame at the beast, and it was horrifying. I felt fear - true, raw fear - stab into my heart with a fierceness I’d never known before, and more than I ever will again for the rest of my short life. And I knew - somehow, I don’t know how, but I knew - that this was the Kingmaker. The rest of what I saw… I can’t. It’s too terrible to describe.

The imagery and visions abruptly ceased and I shot up in my bed, shaking with raw fear and feeling completely vulnerable, more vulnerable than I’d ever felt before.

I spent the next five hours shaking and sobbing wildly, not even able to think. This was too much. This was too fucking much. I sobbed and shook, but in the end, I stopped myself. In the end, I forced myself to calm down, because I had to. Then, when I calmed myself down, I thought for about an hour, and decided what to do.

First thing, I flushed the rest of the Elfa. Something must have interrupted the Kingmaker’s high - I didn’t know and I didn’t really care. Then, I headed east - to Calgary. Get clean, that was my main goal. Before I thought I needed a saviour to get clean, that I needed my sister. That was bullshit, I realized - I just needed a big enough kick in the ass. I managed to get into a program, and I did the whole nine yards - stayed in that place for months. When I got out, I was a new man. Fresh, a new lease on life, a new hope. A new hope… what a weird thing to call it.

Anyways, the people in the program wanted to hook me up with a job, but I hit the road before they could. I had bigger plans. I spent the next three months tracking the woman who I’d seen in my vision - the one who gave birth. I was able to survive because I’d been hustling for years, and on the tracking side, I felt drawn to her. Deep down, I had this small, quiet feeling that told me where to go. Call it a divine connection or something. Whatever it was, it worked.

The first time I ever saw her - this virgin mother - she was living in a homeless shelter in Toronto, three months pregnant. I didn’t move on her then - I waited. I waited for a week, biding my time. Waiting for the right moment. Moments - especially crucial ones - are important, and the last thing you want to do is squander everything by moving in too hastily. Finally, the right time came.

She was heading back to the shelter late in the evening. The city was illuminated by the city lights - both those of the high rises and other buildings, and that of the street lights. I was walking toward her from behind, a few metres behind her, masses of moving people surrounding both of us. I sped up. Finally, I was right behind her, and I think she sensed me, because she was turning around to face me just as I raised the knife in my hand and jammed it into her ribs.

She cried out, screaming at the top of her lungs. I didn’t have long, so I stabbed her over and over all over her neck and body, including - especially - in her stomach. I needed to move fast, so that’s what I did. My movements were quick, but furious. I needed to get the job done right the first time, and in the end, I did. In less than a few seconds, she was on the ground, blood pouring out of her neck and body wounds. I knew my part was done. I could feel her dying - dunno how to explain that - and most importantly, I felt the child inside of her die.

I didn’t stick around. My panic rising and my need to escape taking over, I took off running, some Good Samaritans in hot pursuit. After racing through some alley ways and jumping some fences, I managed to lose them. But I knew the police would be there soon.

I kept moving, glancing all around me as I did. I needed to find cover - needed to find a place to hide. In managed to spot the back door of a high-rise open in an alleyway. I ducked in. Making my way up the stairwell and through a door, I found myself in an brightly lit, impeccably clean hallway. Expensive apartment building, for sure. I made my way down the hallway, my pulse racing and my heart pounding and the adrenaline pumping, but not sure of what to do. Finally, I happened on a maintenance room, the door slightly ajar. I peeked inside, and seeing no one, stepped inside and shut the door.

It had the usual things you see in a maintenance room. Interestingly, it also had a powered and logged in laptop, presumably belonging to the maintenance guy who stepped out. I closed the door behind me, locked it, and my adrenaline going haywire inside of me, I started to think. Shaking from the adrenaline and out of sheer nervousness and fear, I thought, and in the end, I finally decided what to do.

So here I am. I’ve written this story, because I need to leave an account of what happened. I need everyone to know why things happened the way they did. I need everyone to know why the woman died, why she had to die, and why I ended up where I am. I need to leave this account because I won’t be around to explain in court.

The knife is in my hand. After this is posted, I’ll slice my throat open to end everything. My suffering will end, and so will my role in this twisted, fucked up play I’ve found myself in. It’s hard. I’m crying my eyes out because I never imagined I’d find myself in this situation. It’s fucked, right?

Okay. Okay. I think I’m ready now.

But before I go, one last thing: if you ever hear of a drug called Elfa, or a person called the Kingmaker, well, do yourself a favor and run as far and as hard as you fucking can.

[tyrantisterror]

What's Agon?

Agon the Atomic Dragon is a four episode kaiju series from the 1960′s, about an atomic dragon named Agon.  More info can be found here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giant_Phantom_Monster_Agon

[namesisfortombstones]

For kaijuly--

Here’s an extensive list of the various titles of theatrical tokusatsu films. It goes: Original Japanese Title --> International Export English Title --> American Release Title GODZILLA --> same --> GODZILLA, KING OF THE MONSTERS! GODZILLA'S COUNTERATTACK --> GODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN --> GIGANTIS, THE FIRE MONSTER (later GODZILLA RAIDS AGAIN for TV) KING KONG VS. GODZILLA --> same --> same MOTHRA VS. GODZILLA --> originally GODZILLA AGAINST MOTHRA then MOTHRA VS. GODZILLA in the early 90s --> GODZILLA VS. THE THING (later GODZILLA VS. MOTHRA for home video) THREE GIANT MONSTERS: THE GREATEST BATTLE ON EARTH --> originally MONSTER OF MONSTERS, GHIDORAH* then GHIDORAH, THE THREE HEADED MONSTER in the late 90s --> GHIDRAH, THE THREE HEADED MONSTER *became MONSTER OF MONSTERS, GHIDORA in the early 90s when Toho was spelling the name without the second 'h' for a brief amount of time MONSTER WARFARE --> INVASION OF ASTRO MONSTER (though the actual print title card features the proper English INVASION OF THE ASTRO-MONSTERS) --> MONSTER ZERO (later GODZILLA VS. MONSTER ZERO for home video) GODZILLA, EBIRAH, MOTHRA: BIG DUEL IN THE SOUTH SEAS --> EBIRAH, HORROR OF THE DEEP --> GODZILLA VS. THE SEA MONSTER MONSTER ISLAND'S DECISIVE BATTLE: SON OF GODZILLA --> SON OF GODZILLA --> same ATTACK OF THE MARCHING MONSTERS --> DESTROY ALL MONSTERS --> same GODZILLA, MINYA, GABARA: ALL MONSTERS ATTACK --> ALL MONSTERS ATTACK --> originally briefly MINYA, SON OF GODZILLA before becoming GODZILLA'S REVENGE GODZILLA VS. HEDORAH --> same --> GODZILLA VS. THE SMOG MONSTER (later GODZILLA VS. HEDORAH for television/DVD) EARTH DESTRUCTION DIRECTIVE: GODZILLA VS. GIGAN --> GODZILLA VS. GIGAN --> GODZILLA ON MONSTER ISLAND (later GODZILLA VS. GIGAN for home video) GODZILLA VS. MEGALON --> same --> same GODZILLA VS. MECHAGODZILLA --> same --> originally briefly GODZILLA VS. THE BIONIC MONSTER before becoming GODZILLA VS. THE COSMIC MONSTER (later GODZILLA VS. MECHAGODZILLA for home video) MECHAGODZILLA'S COUNTERATTACK --> TERROR OF MECHAGODZILLA --> For U.S. television in 1978, TERROR OF MECHAGODZILLA; for U.S. theatrical release in 1979, THE TERROR OF GODZILLA (the TERROR OF MECHAGODZILLA title would later be used for THE TERROR OF GODZILLA prints used for home video) GODZILLA --> THE RETURN OF GODZILLA --> GODZILLA 1985 GODZILLA VS. BIOLLANTE --> same --> same GODZILLA VS. KING GHIDORAH --> same --> same GODZILLA VS. MOTHRA --> same --> GODZILLA AND MOTHRA: THE BATTLE FOR EARTH GODZILLA VS. MECHAGODZILLA --> GODZILLA VS. MECHAGODZILLA II (though would be copyrighted at the Library of Congress as GODZILLA VS. SUPER-MECHAGODZILLA) --> same GODZILLA VS. SPACEGODZILLA --> same --> GODZILLA VS. SPACE GODZILLA GODZILLA VS. DESTROYER --> GODZILLA VS. DESTOROYAH --> same GODZILLA 2000 MILLENNIUM --> same --> GODZILLA 2000 GODZILLA VS. MEGAGUIRUS: G-ERADICATION STRATEGY --> GODZILLA VS. MEGAGUIRUS --> same GODZILLA, MOTHRA, KING GHIDORAH: GIANT MONSTERS ALL-OUT ATTACK --> GODZILLA, MOTHRA, AND KING GHIDORAH: GIANT MONSTERS ALL-OUT ATTACK --> same GODZILLA VS. MECHAGODZILLA --> GODZILLA AGAINST MECHAGODZILLA --> same GODZILLA VS. MOTHRA VS. MECHAGODZILLA: TOKYO S.O.S. --> GODZILLA: TOKYO S.O.S. --> same GODZILLA: FINAL WARS --> same --> same GIANT MONSTER GAMERA --> GAMERA --> GAMMERA, THE INVINCIBLE (later GAMERA for home video) GREAT MONSTER DUEL: GAMERA VS. BARUGON --> GAMERA VS. BARUGON --> WAR OF THE MONSTERS (later GAMERA VS. BARUGON for home video) GIANT MONSTER MID-AIR BATTLE: GAMERA VS. GAOS --> GAMERA VS. GAOS (became GAMERA VS. GYAOS in the mid-90s) --> RETURN OF THE GIANT MONSTERS (later GAMERA VS. GAOS for home video) GAMERA VS. OUTER SPACE MONSTER VIRAS --> GAMERA VS. VIRAS --> DESTROY ALL PLANETS GAMERA VS. GIANT EVIL BEAST GUIRON --> GAMERA VS. GUIRON --> ATTACK OF THE MONSTERS (later GAMERA VS. GUIRON for home video) GAMERA VS. GIANT DEMON BEAST JIGER --> GAMERA VS. JIGER --> GAMERA VS. MONSTER X GAMERA VS. DEEP SEA MONSTER ZIGRA --> GAMERA VS. ZIGRA --> same SPACE MONSTER GAMERA --> SUPER MONSTER --> GAMERA, SUPER MONSTER GAMERA: GIANT MONSTER MID-AIR BATTLE --> GAMERA, GUARDIAN OF THE UNIVERSE --> same GAMERA 2: ADVENT OF LEGION --> G2: GAMERA VS. LEGION (later GAMERA 2: ATTACK OF THE LEGION by Kadokawa) --> GAMERA 2: ATTACK OF THE LEGION GAMERA 3: AWAKENING OF IRYS --> GIII: INCOMPLETE STRUGGLE (later GAMERA 3: REVENGE OF IRYS by Kadokawa) --> GAMERA 3: REVENGE OF IRIS LITTLE BRAVES: GAMERA --> GAMERA THE BRAVE --> same MAJIN --> MAJIN, THE HIDEOUS IDOL (later DAIMAJIN) --> MAJIN, THE MONSTER OF TERROR MAJIN GROWS ANGRY --> THE RETURN OF DAIMAJIN --> THE RETURN OF GIANT MAJIN (later MAJIN STRIKES AGAIN before properly becoming THE RETURN OF DAIMAJIN for home video) MAJIN'S COUNTERATTACK --> THE REVENGE OF DAIMAJIN (later DAIMAJIN STRIKES AGAIN) --> originally THE RETURN OF DAIMAJIN before properly becoming DAIMAJIN STRIKES AGAIN for home video) 100 GHOST STORIES --> 100 MONSTERS --> YOKAI MONSTERS: 100 MONSTERS SPOOK WARFARE --> GHOSTS ON PARADE --> YOKAI MONSTERS: SPOOK WARFARE JOURNEY ALONG WITH TOKAIDO ROAD GHOSTS --> ALONG WITH GHOSTS --> YOKAI MONSTERS: ALONG WITH GHOSTS SPOOK WARFARE --> THE GREAT YOKAI WAR --> same INVISIBLE MAN --> INVISIBLE AVENGER --> none ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN --> MONSTER SNOWMAN --> HALF HUMAN: THE STORY OF THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN SPACEMEN APPEAR IN TOKYO --> THE MYSTERIOUS SATELLITE --> WARNING FROM SPACE THE SKY'S GIANT MONSTERS: RODAN --> RODAN --> same EARTH DEFENSE FORCES --> THE MYSTERIANS --> same GIANT MONSTER VARAN --> VARAN --> VARAN, THE UNBELIEVABLE BEAUTY AND THE LIQUID PEOPLE --> THE H-MAN --> same THE BIRTH OF JAPAN --> THE THREE TREASURES --> AGE OF THE GODS SPACE WARFARE --> BATTLE IN OUTER SPACE --> same THE ELECTRONICALLY-TRANSMITTED MAN --> THE SECRET OF THE TELEGIAN --> same WORLD WAR III BREAKS OUT: 41 HOURS OF FEAR --> THE FINAL WAR --> none GAS HUMAN BEING NO. 1 --> THE HUMAN VAPOUR --> THE HUMAN VAPOR HIGH-SPEED SPACESHIP --> originally SPACE GREYHOUND before becoming IRON SHARP recently --> INVASION OF THE NEPTUNE MEN MOTHRA --> same --> same WORLD WARFARE --> THE LAST WAR --> same SUSPICIOUS STAR GORATH --> GORATH --> same WHALE GOD --> THE WHALE GOD --> none MATANGO --> MATANGO, FUNGUS OF TERROR --> ATTACK OF THE MUSHROOM PEOPLE (later MATANGO for home video) THE GREAT THIEF --> SAMURAI PIRATE --> THE LOST WORLD OF SINBAD UNDERSEA BATTLESHIP --> ATORAGON --> ATRAGON GIANT PHANTOM MONSTER AGON --> AGON, THE ATOMIC DRAGON --> none SPACE MONSTER DOGORA --> same --> DAGORA, THE SPACE MONSTER (later DOGORA for home video) FRANKENSTEIN VS. SUBTERRANEAN MONSTER BARAGON --> FRANKENSTEIN VS. BARAGON --> FRANKENSTEIN CONQUERS THE WORLD GREAT DECISIVE BATTLE OF THE GIANT MAGIC DRAGONS --> originally WONDER! before recently becoming GRAND DUEL IN MAGIC --> THE MAGIC SERPENT UNDERSEA WARFARE --> WATER CYBORGS --> TERROR BENEATH THE SEA FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTERS: SANDA VS. GAILAH --> THE WAR OF THE GARGANTUAS --> same GOLDEN BAT --> THE GOLDEN BAT --> none GIANT SPACE MONSTER GUILALA --> THE X FROM OUTER SPACE --> same COLLOSAL BEAST GAPPA --> GAPPA, THE TRIPHIBIAN MONSTER --> MOMSTER FROM A PREHISTORIC PLANET (later GAPPA, THE TRIPHIBIAN MONSTER for home video) KING KONG'S COUNTERATTACK --> KING KONG ESCAPES --> same LONG STORY MONSTER MOVIE: ULTRAMAN --> ULTRAMAN --> none GREAT MONSTER YONGARY --> same --> YONGARY, MONSTER FROM THE DEEP VAMPIRE GOKEMIDORO --> GOKE, BODY SNATCHER FROM HELL --> BODY SNATCHER FROM HELL (later GOKE, BODY SNATCHER FROM HELL on DVD) BLOODSUCKING SKULL BOAT --> LIVING SKELETON --> same INSECT WARFARE --> GENOCIDE --> same GAMMA NO. 3: BIG SPACE STRATEGY --> THE GREEN SLIME --> THE GREEN SLIME LATITUDE ZERO: GREAT STRATEGY --> LATITUDE ZERO --> same KONTO 55: GREAT SPACE ADVENTURE --> none --> none FEAR OF THE GHOST HOUSE: BLOODSUCKING DOLL --> THE VAMPIRE DOLL --> none GEZORA, GANIME, KAMEBA: GIANT MONSTERS OF THE SOUTH SEAS --> SPACE AMOEBA --> YOG, MONSTER FROM SPACE (later SPACE AMOEBA for home video) CURSED HOUSE: BLOODSUCKING EYES --> LAKE OF DRACULA --> THE LAKE OF DRACULA GREAT FIERCE MONSTER BATTLE: DAIGORO VS. GOLIATH --> DAIGORO VS. GOLIATH --> none CREST OF THE WOLF --> HORROR OF THE WOLF --> none JAPAN SINKS --> THE SUBMERSION OF JAPAN --> TIDAL WAVE HANUMAN VS. 7 ULTRAMEN --> THE 6 ULTRA BROTHERS VS. THE MONSTER ARMY --> SPACE WARRIORS 2000 BLOODSUCKING ROSE --> EVIL OF DRACULA --> same GREAT PROPHECIES OF NOSTRADAMUS --> PROPHECIES OF NOSTRADAMUS (CATASTOPHE 1999) --> THE LAST DAYS OF PLANET EARTH ESPY --> same --> E.S.P./SPY TOKYO BAY BURNS --> CONFLAGRATION --> HIGH-SEAS HIJACK POLAR PROBE SHIP POLAR BORER --> THE LAST DINOSAUR --> same LEGEND OF DINOSAURS AND OMINOUS BIRDS --> LEGEND OF DINOSAURS AND MONSTER BIRDS --> THE LEGEND OF DINOSAURS HOUSE --> same --> same ORANGUTAN KING --> MIGHTY PEKING MAN --> GOLIATHON (later THE MIGHTY PEKING MAN for home video) PLANET WARFARE --> THE WAR IN SPACE --> same MYSTERY OF BERMUDA --> THE BERMUDA DEPTHS --> same MESSAGE FROM SPACE --> same --> same FIREBIRD --> THE PHOENIX --> none BLUE CHRISTMAS --> BLOOD TYPE: BLUE --> none DIRECTED BY AKIO JISSOJI: ULTRAMAN --> none --> none ULTRAMAN: GREAT MONSTER DECISIVE BATTLE --> none --> none RESURRECTION DAY --> VIRUS --> same EARTHQUAKE ARCHIPELEGO --> DEATHQUAKE --> same SAYONARA JUPITER --> BYE BYE JUPITER --> SAYONARA JUPITER ULTRAMAN ZOFFY: THE ULTRA BROTHERS VS. THE MONSTER ARMY --> none --> none ULTRAMAN STORY --> THE ULTRAMAN STORY --> none PULGASARI --> same --> same CAPITAL CITY DISAPPEARS --> TOKYO BLACKOUT --> none BAMBOO CUTTER STORY --> PRINCESS FROM THE MOON --> none GUNHED --> same --> same ULTRA Q THE MOVIE: LEGEND OF THE STARS --> ULTRA Q: THE MOVIE --> none ZEIRAM --> same --> ZERAM YAMATO TAKERU --> OROCHI, THE EIGHT-HEADED DRAGON --> same ZEIRAM 2 --> same --> same ULTRAMAN ZEARTH --> same --> none MOTHRA --> originally MOTHRA, QUEEN OF MONSTERS later REBIRTH OF MOTHRA in the very late 90s --> REBIRTH OF MOTHRA ULTRAMAN ZEARTH 2: GREAT SUPERMAN WAR - LIGHT AND SHADOW --> ULTRAMAN ZEARTH 2 --> none MOTHRA 2: UNDERSEA BATTLE --> REBIRTH OF MOTHRA 2 --> same ULTRAMAN TIGA AND ULTRAMAN DYNA: SHINING STAR WARRIORS --> ULTRAMAN TIGA AND ULTRAMAN DYNA: WARRIORS OF THE STAR OF LIGHT --> ULTRAMAN TIGA & ULTRAMAN DYNA MOTHRA 3: KING GHIDORAH ATTACKS --> briefly MOTHRA 3: INVASION OF KING GHIDORAH before becoming REBIRTH OF MOTHRA 3 --> REBIRTH OF MOTHRA 3 YONGARY (later YONGARY 2001: YONGARY VS. CYKER) --> YONGGARY --> REPTILIAN SAKUYA: GHOST COMMUNICATOR --> SAKURA, SLAYER OF DEMONS --> none ULTRAMAN --> ULTRAMAN THE NEXT --> none SUPER STAR FLEET SAZER X FIGHT! STAR WARRIORS --> SAZER X: THE MOVIE --> none JAPAN SINKS --> THE SINKING OF JAPAN --> DOOMSDAY: THE SINKING OF JAPAN THE WORLD SINKS EXCEPT JAPAN --> same --> none ULTRAMAN MEBIUS AND ULTRA BROTHERS --> ULTRAMAN MEBIUS AND ULTRAMAN BROTHERS --> none GUILALA'S COUNTERATTACK: LAKE TOYA SUMMIT CRISIS --> MONSTER X STRIKES BACK: ATTACK THE G8 SUMMIT! --> MONSTER X STRIKES BACK: ATTACK THE G8 SUMMIT GREAT DECISIVE BATTLE! SUPER 8 ULTRA BROTHERS--> SUPERIOR 8 ULTRA BROTHERS --> none GIANT MONSTER BATTLE: ULTRA GALAXY LEGEND --> MEGA MONSTER BATTLE: ULTRA GALAXY LEGEND - THE MOVIE --> none ULTRAMAN ZERO - THE MOVIE: SUPER BATTLE! BELIAL'S GALAXY EMPIRE --> ULTRAMAN ZERO: THE REVENGE OF BELIAL --> none ULTRAMAN SAGA --> same --> none ULTRAMAN GINGA S: DECISIVE BATTLE! 10 BRAVE ULTRA WARRIORS --> ULTRAMAN GINGA S MOVIE SHOWDOWN! THE 10 ULTRA BROTHERS --> none COME ON, ULTRAMAN X! OUR ULTRAMAN --> ULTRAMAN X: THE MOVIE --> same ULTRAMAN ORB: I'M STOPPING THE POWER BOND --> ULTRAMAN ORB THE MOVIE: I'M BORROWING THE POWER OF YOUR BONDS --> none NEW GODZILLA --> briefly GODZILLA RESURGENCE before becoming SHIN GODZILLA --> same

[chernobog13]

My man Agon, the atomic dragon, getting his big break in color as Giant Fire Monster Aron, who is about to eat Gam in Ambassador Magma, aka The Space Giants.

[monsterman]

Giant Phantom Monster Agon (1968) aka Agon: Atomic Dragon