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Truth. I would answer 'variable' in any case. Its really just a matter of opinion at this point because it comes down to, "Hey which movie did you like Godzilla most in?" The only shaky answer is 1997 Zilla, because that ain't Goji.
In terms of Kaiju, I like Hedorah more tho.
In terms of Kaiju, I like Hedorah more tho.
Godzilla is actually 50 meters tall.
Only in the Showa era. Heisei, Millenium and Legendary Goji were all around 100m by their final iterations.
Madison Ripley
With another push, Madison directed a young teenage couple toward the end of the hall, where the stairs to the upper floors were. She waved, feeling slightly pleased as the crowd began to surge faster, freeing up more space for her to direct the people. Maybe her coming out wasn't a bad idea, her skills letting her help get these innocent people to safety.
Her gibbering laugh and stuttering voice were hidden beneath the uproar of the crowd. So loud in the hallway that she barely even heard the splintering of the door further on down the hall, accompanied by the screams of panic. She held her axe at her side, hand gripping just below its head, as she continued to wave and direct people. She almost didn't notice when Jay, the dog owned by Jodey from a few doors down, leapt at her like a beast from a horror story. The flash of red and white in the corner of her vision, whether or not she screamed, was upon her in an instant.
She should have stayed inside. Inside was safe and not filled with scared people and rabid canines.
A flash of gold from her other side quickly swatted the dog to the floor, and succeeded in almost giving her a heart-attack. An older man stood beside her, yelling at the others around as well as her. She could only nod, fear snatching away her voice. Her gaze went from crazed to steely as the dog leapt at her again. In a reactionary movement, her other hand went to the haft of her axe, bringing it up in front of her horizontally. The dog's jaw went high, aiming for her throat, but it was stopped short. Madison struggled with it, her labor-honed muscles working hard to keep the slobbering beast at bay.
It took a few moments for her to attempt to twist the dog to the floor, axe handle now at its neck to keep its terrible jaws away from her. Panic began to grip at her heart as she did the only thing she could think of. She raised her boot clad foot, leaned forward and brought the boot back down towards its chest, putting her weight behind it as much as her balance allowed. The first stomp returned a series of cracks that made her stomach turn.
"BAD." Stomp. "BAD DOG." Crunch. "DOWN." Squelch. "DOWN, BOY." Snap.
Cool, for now I'll crash. I've got work in a little while, so I'll be back posting soon.
Okay posted, is it alright you think?
Madison Ripley
Madison was in her fire-suit. She enjoyed the weight of her gear on her shoulders, it helped her to stay grounded. After watching the broadcasts, listening to the emergency frequencies, hearing the rumors, she had finally decided that going outside was simply too much of a risk. She had spent literal hours blocking off her apartment and stocking all of her food up, holing up to try and weather the coming storm. And oh was there to be a storm, in all its terrible fury, bearing down on the people right now. She had heard the commotion start outside and thanked her stars, because they were definitely listening, that she had already been in her suit for the past few days. She felt heavy with sweat and stress, wearing a line in her floor from all the pacing she had been doing. Maybe she should shower or bathe herself, she thought, and get rid of this sweat and dirt she had been stewing in. But was even that worth the risk?
A quick sniff to her armpit told her that yes, she could afford to at least give herself a quick scrub with a soapy sponge. A bucket of dish-soap water and a scouring sponge quickly saw to it that her stench was... lessened. Now she just smelled like chemicals, but that was better than stinking. She was disheveled at best, her hair was a mess, dark bags hung from her eyes as they looked back with that wild stare and she was as white as a ghost, to the point of looking sickly. It almost passed her mind that she was twiddling her fingers along the haft of her fire-axe. So natural it felt to be holding it now, she even slept with it at her side. She found herself running her finger along its head, chipped and nicked, but still in more than functional form. Madison almost had to stop herself from cooing to it as she heard more commotion from outside. Footsteps, hurried and panicked. She had heard more than enough of that in her time on the job. Searching seemingly empty buildings for trapped occupants, even over flames, was much easier when they were making noise.
Feverishly, she mounted chairs, tables and went around a wardrobe to peer out the looking hole of the door and saw people. People. Moving in a panic towards the other stairwells. Madison's hands didn't even double-check with her brain as she began pulling chairs and furniture away from the door to the hallway, acting on her rescue instinct that her job honed so well. How was it that something that took hours to build up, was able to be torn away in a matter of seconds? Easier to create than destroy, she supposed. But soon enough the door was clear of debris, but the chain-lock held it in place as she cracked it slightly. The people were most certainly moving toward the other floor, fleeing the lobby. It took her a few seconds more to squeeze out into the hall, locking the door behind her for good measure, and beginning to wade through the crowd, fire-axe in hand. As she moved toward the stairwell, she overheard a shout in as she attempted to escort occupants to the other floor.
"We need to buy everyone time to get up to the second story! WE need to protect those weaker than us, guys!"
Madison spurred herself on faster, but the crowd wasn't stemming as far as she could feel. She pushed and squeezed as much as she could, but her speed remained the same, she was only halfway down the hall, being stopped every few steps by one of the fleeing pedestrians. She could only stutter, even her mind was a whirl as she attempted to wave people on the way, with the rest of the crowd. Her voice was shuddering and staggered as she attempted to play the director of the flow.
"G-go! Up the stairs, you need to get-" A woman barged past, pushing her axe from her hand, which she quickly scrambled for, "There are stairs over there that-" A child tugged at her suit's leg, "Over toward the end of the-" Another woman yanked her by the hair for a moment, caught in a fearful flail. Madison stomped her foot and stood her ground as the tide advanced past her, putting on her best crisis managing voice. "YOU ALL NEED TO GET UP THOSE STAIRS. GET UP THE STAIRS. STAIRS. GET. UP. GO. GO."
Okay just have to figure out how a paranoid firewoman makes an entrance here.
Profession: Firefighter.
Name: Madison Ripley.
Age: 28.
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
Madison is 5'7" and solid in build from her work in the Firefighting service. Under her eyes are dark bags and her skin is pale and blotchy, partially from burns and abrasions, and partially from general lethargy. Her eyes are gray and her hair is black.
Backstory: Madison has always been a farm girl stuck in the city, ever since moving away from her family's farm to live with her uncle in the city. It was supposed to be a short-term arrangement, she would come in and learn about city life, gain some experience and be sent on her way back home with new prospects and a new outlook. At least, that is what her parents told her years ago. Money problems at the farm along with troubles on the home-front, threatening her parent's marriage, made Madison stay in the city. A few weeks more turned into a few months more. A few months became a few years, and by the time her parents had settled their disputes and issues, she was already comfortably settled in and employed with the local Fire Department.
The work was hard and arduous, just like back at home. It made her feel useful. Until she first learned about the Zed problem. She had been used to responding to collapses in buildings as much as the average person could be, but one could never really get used to seeing one man eating another. After seeing it, and watching as it was dismissed as a solitary case of psychosis, she withdrew from her team. Seeing it changed her and she knows that. Maybe it was for the better.
The work was hard and arduous, just like back at home. It made her feel useful. Until she first learned about the Zed problem. She had been used to responding to collapses in buildings as much as the average person could be, but one could never really get used to seeing one man eating another. After seeing it, and watching as it was dismissed as a solitary case of psychosis, she withdrew from her team. Seeing it changed her and she knows that. Maybe it was for the better.
Skills and Equipment
Skills: Urban navigation, First Aid training, Physical labor (farm-work and rescue work), Crisis response experience, Knowledge of crisis management and Knowledge of safety regulations.
Starting Equipment: 1 Firefighting Suit, 1 Respirator Mask with Filter, 1 touch-screen phone, 3 bottles of water, 3 sealed food packs, 1 Duffle bag.
Starting Weapons: 1 Pick-headed Fire Axe, 1 civilian-grade stun gun.
Starting Equipment: 1 Firefighting Suit, 1 Respirator Mask with Filter, 1 touch-screen phone, 3 bottles of water, 3 sealed food packs, 1 Duffle bag.
Starting Weapons: 1 Pick-headed Fire Axe, 1 civilian-grade stun gun.
Personality, Psychology and Physiology
Bravery: 8
Psychological Stability: 2
Reaction Speed: 6
Physical Strength: 9
Constitution: 6
Psychological Stability: 2
Reaction Speed: 6
Physical Strength: 9
Constitution: 6
Party Control: Yes.
EDIT: Fixed a couple of spelling errors that were eating at me.
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