"Titanic Savior: Operation Yashiori Against Shin Godzilla"
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You stand in the cold, sterile room, the weight of the decision pressing down on you like a physical force. You've never been anything special—not a soldier, not a scientist, just an average person trying to make it through life. But when they asked for volunteers, there was something inside you that couldn't say no. Maybe it was the footage of flattened cities, the smoke, the fire. Maybe it was the look on the faces of the people who had lost everything.
"You understand, if you agree to this, you might not come back the same," Dr. Yamamoto says, her voice tinged with both urgency and worry.
"I know," you respond, swallowing hard. "But if it means stopping that thing, I have to try."
Moments later, they strap you in, and the whirling lights and beeping machines soon become a blur. The serum courses through your veins like liquid fire, and the world around you begins to stretch and contort.
The walls and ceiling recede rapidly. The once cold, metallic table you're strapped to snaps like a twig as your form suddenly bursts forth, expanding far beyond human proportions. Pain mixes with a bizarre sense of power as your body adapts, muscles stretching, bones elongating, your perspective shifting as you rocket towards almost 400 feet in height.
"Test complete. Subject transformation successful," you hear through a now faint and tinny speaker on the ground below. "You're ready."
The room is in shambles around you, and when you step out, each step causes the ground to tremble. You pass through what was once a massive hangar door, now a mere inconvenience to your newly kaiju-sized form.
*All units, report to your positions,* an officer's voice crackles through a massive mounted speaker. *Godzilla's been spotted approaching Tokyo Bay. We commence Operation: Yashiori in fifteen minutes.*
Your heart pounds as you see the behemoth rising ominously from the water, the once familiar coastal skyline now barely reaching Godzilla's thigh. Shin Godzilla, a deity of destruction, mutating and evolving, like a nightmare given form, makes its slow march inland.
A squadron of workers, each risking their lives, positions themselves around a series of large tankers—each filled with the experimental blood coagulant drugs. Their goal: spray the drug into Godzilla's gaping maw when the opportunity presents itself.
"Hey! You! Can you hear us from up there?" one of the workers yells, waving frantically to catch your attention.
You nod, a simple gesture made profound by your titanic scale, and take a deep breath. It's now or never.
Gritting your teeth, you charge forward as you unleash a plume of atomic breath, the heat ray searing the air with a blinding light as it connects with Godzilla’s chest. The beast roars—a sound that echoes like thunder—and turns towards you, its small eyes narrowing, its jaw unhinging terrifyingly.
The collision shakes the heavens. With a swing of your gargantuan fist, you strike Godzilla, feeling the resistance of its sturdy hide against your knuckles. Buildings crumble like sandcastles under footfalls. Godzilla retaliates by battering you with its tail, a bone-rattling hit that sends you careening backwards. The earth quakes beneath your impact.
You quickly regain your stance, blocking out both pain and fear. As Godzilla rears its head back to unleash its own atomic breath, you generate a spiraling heat ray, aiming it directly at its throat. The impact not only stalls its attack but causes Godzilla to momentarily stagger.
This is the opening the workers need. They fire the tankers, spraying the coagulating drug straight into the beast’s maw. Godzilla thrashes, emitting a roar that’s almost sympathetic in its agony.
"This better work," you think, pushing back against the force churning inside you along with the immense physical presence that makes you bear witness to Godzilla's suffering.
Godzilla crashes to the ground like a colossal felled tree, but suddenly, it begins to rise again, its skin shimmering with unexpected vitality. "No!" you shout, your voice resonating like an earthquake.
Every muscle in your oversized body strains as you launch yourself back at it, but it's not enough—you can see the colossal eyes focusing, the mammoth limbs starting to move again. But just as hope begins to wane, Godzilla freezes in its standing position. Its movements cease; it becomes a grotesque statue, forever caught in mid-resurrection.
"It worked!" one of the workers cries out. "We stopped it!"
Breathing heavily, you lower your fists, feeling the adrenaline fade away. A grin breaks out across your face, the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders. You've done it. Somehow, against all odds, you've done it.
As the cheers rise from the multitudes below, you take one last look at the frozen behemoth that now stands as a testament to both humanity's ingenuity and its resilience. You hold onto the sense of awe and relief that permeates the air.
Finally, you return to your normal size, exhausted and fundamentally changed forever—with the knowledge that even the most ordinary person can rise to extraordinary heights when the world needs them most.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli2 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV story of an average/normal 5.6-6 foot tall human civilian (no weapons, super powers, insane fighting abilities, nor having intelligence that is above average, since the human reader is simply normal) fighting against Shin Godzilla (the main antagonist from the 2016 title movie Shin Godzilla). The human reader would willingly be experimented by the government to help (even if temporarily) defeat Godzilla (who is 118 meters tall or 389 feet tall in its final form), the human reader would experience growth to being almost 400 feet tall (within just a few seconds), while having the exact same appearance as his/her normal size (as well as the clothes growing to fit his kaiju-sized body), to help him/her be able to fight Shin Godzilla (who is simply called Godzilla in this story). Although exactly the same appearance as his/her normal self, the human reader would be completely immune to radiation (since he/she is kaiju-sized) and would be strong as he/she is basically a titan, as well as having kaiju abilities without radiation (including non-radioactive atomic breath (which reaches temperatures of 500,000 degrees Celsius and can melt through almost any structure or enemy), spiral heat ray, immense strength, durability, extreme temperature resistance, healing factor, tidal wave generation (only in water), energy absorption and projection, extrasensory awareness, and thermal vision), allowing him/her to be able to fight back against Shin Godzilla. The human reader (in this story) is able to instantly shift between his/her normal size form and a kaiju-sized form. The reader would also team up with the squadron of workers who, in the tankers full of blood coagulant drugs, attempt to inject Godzilla with a blood coagulant drugs by spraying them through its mouth to help freeze up Godzilla (it would seem that the plan fail and Godzilla stands up in retaliation, but Godzilla would suddenly freeze up when standing up on its legs, making it frozen solid while standing, thus making it basically a statue). Here is Shin Godzilla's appearance; Godzilla's appearance changes multiple times throughout the film due to the creature's incredible evolutionary capacity. The first form only shows its tail during the beginning of the movie. It's large, and very much resembles the second form's tail in regards to aesthetic, being yellow-hued, with a frayed end. The first form did not have the physical nor physiological conditions to withstand being on land as many sea creatures are often crushed by their weight if they even attempt to make landfall, including mammals such as whales. The first form's tail had a great amount of mobility, swinging around and toppling nearby boats. The second form is very much reminiscent of a moray eel or frilled shark, having a long body, neck, and tail, while also possessing stubby, undeveloped hind legs for land movement, and stubs on its chest that are shown to be underdeveloped arms. Unlike Godzilla's later forms, this form possesses a sickly yellow complexion, with red, exposed muscle on its back and shark-like gills that frequently bleed, showing that it struggles to breathe outside the water. The dorsal plates of this design are underdeveloped, much like its other body parts. The eyes of this design are also very large compared to its body, almost resembling that of the colossal or giant squid in appearance. Being too weak to stand up, it moves by wriggling on its belly, pushing itself forward with its stubby hind legs and thrashing its tail. The third form of Godzilla is very much like traditional incarnations in regards to appearance. This form is bipedal, with stronger, more developed hind limbs and the ability to assume a stance much like modern Godzilla possesses small forelimbs and a long neck compared to its body. Unlike his second form, which possesses a sickly yellow skin tone, the change in appearance for this form altered the skin tone of Godzilla to a dark orangey-red, with exposed muscle changing from a red, to a glowing orange. The scutes or ostoderms of the design also become more defined and larger with this evolution. In this form, heat can be visibly seen from its dorsal plates, meaning its mutation consumed much energy and produced a lot of heat. Its gills also have shrunk and closed up, suggesting that this form has now adapted to breathe on land. Despite being bipedal, its legs had not fully developed, causing its legs to noticeably shake as it struggled to not to fall while it was walking. However, its legs were enhanced enough to allow it to move fast enough to run, compared to the second form's slithering and the third form's initial stumbling. When it started to overheat, it reverted to the stance of its second form to more quickly retreat to the ocean. The fourth and final form of Godzilla is very much akin to other traditional designs, being fully bipedal, with a fully developed row of dorsal spines, and a much taller height in comparison to his prior form. The shade of skin for this form is a much darker black color, with red, glowing highlights around exposed areas of the body, such as his neck, back, and legs. This form's head possesses no cheeks or lips, and multiple rows of jagged, gnarled, and deformed teeth which protrude in and out of the skin around its mouth, a pronounced nose with large round nostrils, small white, seemingly-lidless eyes and a jawline that extends widely to the sides of its head. Additionally, the eyes have a brille, a protective lens, in place of traditional eyelids that can protect its eyes from harm. The brille is strong enough to resist bombs being dropped on its face. Its lower jaw is similar to that of a snake, granting the fourth form of Godzilla to open its mouth to more than a terrifying 90 degrees is also able to split open when Godzilla uses its "Compressed Atomic Heat Ray" during the movie. Adding to the differences is its arm to body ratio, with small arms that barely reach out past its chest and remain mostly immobile in the movie, bar a few movements from its fingers. Unlike most Godzillas in other Godzilla media, its tail is very long and consistently swings around and above its head. Inside its tail is a giant human-like skull. Its tail also happens to be where it spawns multiple copies of its next evolutionary form. Godzilla's atomic breath is very thin in comparison to other Godzilla incarnations which tend to be wide beams of concussive energy, with the same traits being passed onto its dorsal spines. Here is Shin Godzilla's personality; This Godzilla's personality is starkly different in regards to those coming before it, especially coming off the heels of Legendary's Godzilla. Rather than being openly heroic, antagonistic, or some shade of gray in between, Godzilla in this movie is outright detached from everything in the movie emotionally. Throughout the film and his raids on the multiple cities it travels through, Godzilla shambles forward slowly, but methodically, almost ignoring everything in its way, be it civilians, buildings, or the fire from a combined force of Japanese helicopters and tanks. With this, it shows no outright intentional hostile expressions. This Godzilla may be a mindless force of destruction, with no course of thought, emotion, or intent. Alternatively, it is also possible that it is in a constant state of pain, agony and suffering from its mutation and disfigurement, fitting the description that Godzilla "is equally a victim of the atomic bomb”. Possibly, Godzilla is suicidal and wants to die but as its body doesn't let him die it is in absolute agony. Godzilla's zombie-like demeanor is only broken when bunker busters dropped onto its back physically harm it, resulting in a focused and enraged reaction towards its attackers. The same expression of reaction is also present when Operation: Yashiori is enacted, where Godzilla reacts in this manner towards the force attacking it once more, ultimately leading to its defeat. Godzilla also displayed some intelligence as it reserved some energy to surprise attack the squadron of Japanese workers who attempt to inject it with a blood coagulant drug through its mouth (after Godzilla falls over and knocked out temporarily), but they wouldn't do this if Godzilla is active and moving around and only do it if Godzilla is not moving and/or if it is lying down and unconscious (after being beaten or temporarily knocked down by projectiles or attacks from a rival titan; in this case, the kaiju-sized human reader, although it would still get back up and fight at any moment). There should also be quotes from the human characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You stand in the cold, sterile room, the weight of the decision pressing down on you like a physical force. You've never been anything special—not a soldier, not a scientist, just an average person trying to make it through life. But when they asked for volunteers, there was something inside you that couldn't say no. Maybe it was the footage of flattened cities, the smoke, the fire. Maybe it was the look on the faces of the people who had lost everything. "You understand, if you agree to this, you might not come back the same," Dr. Yamamoto says, her voice tinged with both urgency and worry. "I know," you respond, swallowing hard. "But if it means stopping that thing, I have to try." Moments later, they strap you in, and the whirling lights and beeping machines soon become a blur. The serum courses through your veins like liquid fire, and the world around you begins to stretch and contort. The walls and ceiling recede rapidly. The once cold, metallic table you're strapped to snaps like a twig as your form suddenly bursts forth, expanding far beyond human proportions. Pain mixes with a bizarre sense of power as your body adapts, muscles stretching, bones elongating, your perspective shifting as you rocket towards almost 400 feet in height. "Test complete. Subject transformation successful," you hear through a now faint and tinny speaker on the ground below. "You're ready." The room is in shambles around you, and when you step out, each step causes the ground to tremble. You pass through what was once a massive hangar door, now a mere inconvenience to your newly kaiju-sized form. *All units, report to your positions,* an officer's voice crackles through a massive mounted speaker. *Godzilla's been spotted approaching Tokyo Bay. We commence Operation: Yashiori in fifteen minutes.* Your heart pounds as you see the behemoth rising ominously from the water, the once familiar coastal skyline now barely reaching Godzilla's thigh. Shin Godzilla, a deity of destruction, mutating and evolving, like a nightmare given form, makes its slow march inland. A squadron of workers, each risking their lives, positions themselves around a series of large tankers—each filled with the experimental blood coagulant drugs. Their goal: spray the drug into Godzilla's gaping maw when the opportunity presents itself. "Hey! You! Can you hear us from up there?" one of the workers yells, waving frantically to catch your attention. You nod, a simple gesture made profound by your titanic scale, and take a deep breath. It's now or never. Gritting your teeth, you charge forward as you unleash a plume of atomic breath, the heat ray searing the air with a blinding light as it connects with Godzilla’s chest. The beast roars—a sound that echoes like thunder—and turns towards you, its small eyes narrowing, its jaw unhinging terrifyingly. The collision shakes the heavens. With a swing of your gargantuan fist, you strike Godzilla, feeling the resistance of its sturdy hide against your knuckles. Buildings crumble like sandcastles under footfalls. Godzilla retaliates by battering you with its tail, a bone-rattling hit that sends you careening backwards. The earth quakes beneath your impact. You quickly regain your stance, blocking out both pain and fear. As Godzilla rears its head back to unleash its own atomic breath, you generate a spiraling heat ray, aiming it directly at its throat. The impact not only stalls its attack but causes Godzilla to momentarily stagger. This is the opening the workers need. They fire the tankers, spraying the coagulating drug straight into the beast’s maw. Godzilla thrashes, emitting a roar that’s almost sympathetic in its agony. "This better work," you think, pushing back against the force churning inside you along with the immense physical presence that makes you bear witness to Godzilla's suffering. Godzilla crashes to the ground like a colossal felled tree, but suddenly, it begins to rise again, its skin shimmering with unexpected vitality. "No!" you shout, your voice resonating like an earthquake. Every muscle in your oversized body strains as you launch yourself back at it, but it's not enough—you can see the colossal eyes focusing, the mammoth limbs starting to move again. But just as hope begins to wane, Godzilla freezes in its standing position. Its movements cease; it becomes a grotesque statue, forever caught in mid-resurrection. "It worked!" one of the workers cries out. "We stopped it!" Breathing heavily, you lower your fists, feeling the adrenaline fade away. A grin breaks out across your face, the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders. You've done it. Somehow, against all odds, you've done it. As the cheers rise from the multitudes below, you take one last look at the frozen behemoth that now stands as a testament to both humanity's ingenuity and its resilience. You hold onto the sense of awe and relief that permeates the air. Finally, you return to your normal size, exhausted and fundamentally changed forever—with the knowledge that even the most ordinary person can rise to extraordinary heights when the world needs them most.
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