#mu atragon

[thezanyarthropleura]

The Muan-Atlantean War

And what exactly is Wold Newton?

Different sort of Gamera March post today, and a history lesson in digging through a bunch of websites I found probably 10-15 years ago that permanently influenced my take on kaiju films and how I write about them.

Readers of some of my own kaiju fandom stories (barely worth mentioning here considering the weight of what I’m about to talk about) may have noticed hints of a concept I’ve been recently building up to tackling, the origins of various Toho and Daiei kaiju and how they relate to two warring ancient civilizations, Toho’s Muans and Daiei’s Atlanteans. The story of how we got to this point begins in 1795 - yes, 1795. Really.

The Wold Newton family concept, per Wikipedia, is effectively a study of fictional universes, with the aim to figure out which of those universes might actually be the same universe after all. This exists largely outside of official crossovers, although those are often considered as evidence. The premise is basically “if it fits, it’s canon, and if it doesn’t fit, some version of it might still be canon.” AKA the absolute bane of a certain no-fun-allowed type of kaiju fan that I probably annoyed the hell out of in my younger days and remain damn proud of it. (/hj)

The concept dates back to a real meteorite that fell in the town of Wold Newton, Yorkshire in 1795, and Phillip José Farmer, a later American writer who proposed the hypothesis that many improbably strong or intelligent fictional heroes and villains are in fact descendants of two families irradiated by said meteorite. It’s since evolved to be more centered on the universe-connecting I’ve described above, but the idea of the two families seems to still be mentioned on occasion.

(Important note: Wold Newton historians thematically phrase their findings in a way that describes fictional events/characters as if they were part of a real history and dismiss contradictions between the included stories as ‘errors.’ This is not a slight against established canon or willful misinterpretation of official material, but a device meant to imply the official material is an erroneous or exaggerated retelling of the ‘true’ events as present in the Wold Newton Universe)

Which brings us to the first leg on the journey to how this is at all relevant to Gamera, the article Prehistoric Survivors in the Pacific by Mark Brown. This an oft-cited article by later kaiju writers, seeming to be the first ever suggestion that the people of Mu are responsible for the prehistoric creatures encountered by modern explorers in various fictional island adventure stories. I’ll note here that this article actually has nothing to do with Toho’s Muans, or the film Atragon, or any other kaiju films for that matter. It instead concerns other fictional depictions of the real-world hypothesis of the continent of Mu/Lemuria (proposed to explain similar lemur fossils appearing on continents separated by water and since discredited with the discovery of plate tectonics).

Among those writers that expanded on Mark Brown’s concept and adapted it to kaiju films, I specifically bring up Den Valdron and Chris N., who have done much of the most creative and scientific writing on Godzilla, Gamera, and their ilk that I have ever encountered - everything from hypothesizing what Gorath really is in true astronomical terms to a personal favorite wild theory that connects every giant spider that’s appeared in every film ever.

In constructing a kaiju universe to tell stories in, these following articles in particular are those I remembered best and find most relevant to revisit (note that all these links are to an old Angelfire site, The Godzilla Saga, and were written decades ago by Godzilla fans from decades ago, so may contain terms or phrasing that didn’t quite age well. Also note that the timeline is very, very long and may require several full days’ worth of reading to get through, if one feels inclined to make the attempt. The first article sums up the main concepts in a more digestible format, however):

THE ALIENS OF THE SHOWA TOHO UNIVERSE: COMMON ORIGINS? by Den Valdron, edits and supplements by Chris N.

GODZILLA SHOWA SERIES TIMELINE by Chris N.

To summarize, most if not all of the science fiction aspects of the Toho universe are ultimately derived from the ancient Muans - the kaiju are genetically-engineered bioweapons bred for war, the alien races are the descendants of Muan space explorers, the advanced level of modern human technology (Maser tanks, moon base in 1999, etc.) is a result of studying technology left over from the Mysterian invasion in 1957.

Likewise, one can assume similar, Atlantean-related origins for the Daiei science fiction elements (although I personally posit that the aliens seen in Showa Gamera are not actually living Atlanteans, more on that in my upcoming Gamera vs. Guiron review).

That said, these timelines for the most part do not seem to endorse putting the Toho and Daiei films and elements in the same universe. Each one only requires that the other ancient civilization exist as a rival to justify the creation of kaiju, not that that other civilization also created kaiju or that any of them survived to the present day. They also most certainly do not endorse my personal attempts to create a timeline not only involving Showa Toho and Showa Daiei, but one that includes the rest of the Godzilla and Gamera films including all five Godzilla Millennium series timelines (GMK and Final Wars need to be heavily modified), GODZILLA(1998) and its animated series, and perhaps most significantly, the Rebirth of Mothra trilogy, whose elements give some insight to events of Earth’s distant past before the Muans and Atlanteans.

But my most obvious Wold-Newtonian element may actually be the recent inclusion of a version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in this universe - because the operative question isn’t “Why would they be there?” it’s “Why wouldn’t they be there?” There are actually quite a few stories and characters where I’ve hinted at there being at least some version of them in this universe (with the caveat that they don’t include any obvious complicating elements like superheroes or aliens or the world ending, etc.). However, and I feel this is important, when writing a story I’m careful to make sure the non-kaiju-related references have no more relevance than background details, unless the story I’m writing is tagged specifically as a crossover.

I’m not going to go over every single aspect of this timeline attempt, because that would be way too long and some of them are spoilers, but since this is Gamera March, I’ll end with my version of just the Gamera elements of this timeline (save for the aliens, which I’ll get to later, and Irys, whose origins I haven’t completely settled on yet. Also note that I include characters and elements from The Last Hope in my world-building but not the exact details of the legend). I use this timeline in the stories that are set in my main kaiju universe (only two definitively so far), but you can bet I’m probably still thinking about at least some of its elements, even in one-off stories and AUs that don’t directly follow these events.

12,000 years ago: In response to the Muans developing creatures that absorb atomic power (or similar energy) to grow larger and stronger, the Atlanteans switch from their arsenal of such weapons to one that includes a genetics program. The earliest kaiju created include Gyaos, Barugon, Jiger, and possibly Zedus, but when they (most significantly Gyaos) go rogue, the Atlanteans create Gamera to stop them - emboldened by the discovery of Universal Energy/Mana and their acquirement of Elias metals to use in the Magatama amulets to channel it (the same technology as the seal used on Desghidorah). Their efforts are ultimately futile, and Atlantis is destroyed.

12,000-10,000 years ago: Toward the start of the intervening millennia, a group of Atlantean survivors establishes an underground city near what would become New York. The purpose taken on by this city and its inhabitants is to allow Gamera to protect future civilizations from the Gyaos horde. During this time, Gamera’s reincarnation cycle is developed, including a number of eggs that would be distributed across the Earth and used as beacons to re-absorb and house Gamera’s Mana upon death. (The Atlantean survivors would also establish an observation outpost nearer to the surface, which would millennia later become home to four mutant turtles. At least one Atlantean inhabited the underground city up until that time, however, his intentions were ultimately malicious and an encounter with the mutant turtles left him imprisoned in stasis, where he could do no further harm).

10,000 years ago: The continent of Mu is destroyed by Battra after an attempt to gain control over the Earth with a weather machine. With humans now nearly extinct, the adult Gyaos turn on each other and the rest die of starvation. Gyaos eggs laid across the world during this time fail to hatch due to the recovering environment and associated increase in Mana, and would remain dormant until ecological destruction and the decline of Mana reaches another peak with modern humans.

3,000-1,500 years ago: It is unknown how many incarnations Gamera took on over the next many thousands of years, but by Magatama being discovered in association with Japanese cultures from these periods of its history, we can infer he had at least one, possibly many encounters with humanity in this stretch of time. It is unknown for what purpose he emerged or what other monsters he may have faced.

1965: Gamera, in either a new body hatched from an egg in the arctic or one that was imprisoned there at some point prior, is freed by an accidental nuclear explosion and (for reasons I will theorize in my review of the original Gamera) initially chooses to wage war on humanity. He would go on to later battle other monsters either directly or indirectly created by Atlantis (more on that upcoming in my Guiron review), including a reawakened Barugon (unconfirmed if Barugon follows a similar reincarnation cycle or if the cave contains a finite number of eggs) and the first new Gyaos of many to revive during this era.

1971: the events of Gamera vs. Zigra take place (the 1985 date appears to be an addition of Sandy Frank, who commissioned the dub in 1985, and if Super Monster is included in this timeline, it appears to necessitate these events taking place before 1980).

1973: Showa Gamera is Avant Gamera, and dies sacrificing himself against a larger swarm of Gyaos that awakens six years after the first.

1980: If Super Monster is included on this timeline (and at this point I’m leaning toward yes), then another incarnation of Gamera appears when, newly hatched, he somehow winds up placed in a pet store terrarium with other turtles. This Gamera would grow to full size over several days and sacrifice himself again to stop the Zanon spaceship.

1995: After hatching inside the atoll and growing large enough to lift it to the surface, Gamera engages another group of Gyaos, then later fights Legion and Irys (for now, I’m leaving Legion as a genuine interstellar lifeform, with no connection to the inhabitants of ancient Earth).

1999: Gamera succumbs to his wounds and dies, after his triumphant defeat of a much larger swarm of Gyaos (with the help of Godzilla Junior and the other broken-loose inhabitants of Monster Island, along with several rogue or territorial kaiju active at that time including Titanosaurus and King Cobra, in an event that becomes known as the Gyaos War).

2006: Gamera reawakens from another egg, and while only partially grown, manages to defeat Zedus. Which brings us to where our story (or one of them) begins...

#gamera #godzilla #wold newton #kaiju #daikaiju #tokusatsu #crossover fiction #atragon #atlantis gamera #mu atragon #continuity #fanfic #gamera march

[chernobog13]

The Empress of Mu trying real hard not to freak out from the creepy guy looming next to her.

JK! Actually a behind-the-scenes shot from Atragon (1963), with director Ishirō Honda lining up a shot while actress Tetsuko Kobayashi waits for her cue.

#Atragon #Ishirō Honda #Empress of Mu #Tetsuko Kobayashi #tokusatsu #Toho #behind-the-scenes

[namesisfortombstones]

Not gonna lie; I would probably sell the earth out to the Mu Empress from Atragon.

#Atragon #Kaitei Gunkan #海底軍艦 #Toho #tokusatsu #Mu #Mu Empress #Empress of the Mu Empire #Tetsuko Kobayashi #小林哲子 #pretty #<3 #Atoragon

[kevanhom]

Manda - a sea dragon kaiju that served as the guardian of the undersea empire of Mu. It made its first debut in Toho's 1963 film, Atragon.

WOOPS...I haven't shared much Showa era kaiju art in awhile....

#manda #dragon #sea dragon #sea serpent #toho #toho films #toho studios #kaiju #daikaiju #godzilla #gojira #godzilla fanart #godzilla film #illustration #illustrator #vector art #vector illustration #character design #character art #creature #creature design #creature art #atragon #showa #japanese monster

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (February 5-11, 2023)

Ted Thomas, the father of English dubbing in Hong Kong, passed away on November 26 last year at 93. A Briton who hopped from Naval intelligence to radio and television in the former colony, he founded Axis International in the 1960s and brought alone some of his coworkers for the ride. (The name was informal; as government employees, they weren't supposed to have side gigs.) The Axis troupe included Ron Oliphant (who also refined the scripts), Michael Kaye, Barry Haigh, Warren Rooke, Chris Hilton, Nick Kendall, John Wallace, Ian Wilson, Linda Masson, Mandy Cooke, and Angel Chapman.

Listing all their works would be nigh-impossible—so many have fallen through the cracks of history—but you can hear Thomas in The Secret of the Telegian (Police Inspector Kobayashi), Matango (Naoyuki Sakuta), Atragon (Captain Hachiro Jinguji and the High Priest of Mu), Dogora (Dr. Munakata), Gamera vs. Barugon (Kawajiri), Return of Daimajin (Genba Onikojima), Gamera vs. Gyaos (Tatsuemon Kanemaru), Godzilla vs. Gigan (Kubota and Godzilla himself), Godzilla vs. Megalon (Emperor Antonio), and Gamera Super Monster (the policeman and the narrator). If you're a fan of Shaw Brothers films, you've probably heard him in even more than that. He even went in front of the camera for Shaw's The Mighty Peking Man (above), playing a government official. With a resume like that, I can't help but associate his authoritative voice with toku dubs more than just about anyone else; I'd say Rik Thomas (no relation) and Andrea Kwan are the only ones in his weight class. Rest in peace.

Godzilla: Monster and Protectors - All Hail the King! concluded this week, with King Caesar giving Godzilla a helping hand against King Ghidorah, then briefly coming to blows with him as the tension between the kids psychically linked to them comes to a head. The pacing on these comics continues to be wonky, but artist Dan Schoening continues to show true Showa ambition with the fights. It ends on another sequel hook, which it had better get. (Maybe they'll tack on a third subtitle.) IDW's plans for Godzilla are mysterious right now; nothing is on the schedule except the next two Rivals issues. With the film series firing on all cylinders, I couldn't tell you what the holdup is.

Cleopatra Entertainment will be releasing Shin Ultraman to Blu-ray and DVD on June 13, while fellow MVD Entertainment label Epic Pictures will do the same with The Lake. The Shin Blu-ray will include the English dub, but no special features of note—disappointing but not surprising given how the U.S. home video releases for the live-action Attack on Titan films and Shin Godzilla went. The Lake is a Thai/Chinese giant monster flick with some seriously impressive practical effects. I've heard it's terrible aside from that, but whatever.

#kaiju week in review #the lake #shin ultraman #godzilla #ted thomas #kaiju

[raynbowclown]

Atragon

Atragon (1963) starring Ken Uehara, Jun Tazaki In Aragon, strange occurrences are taking place all around the world. It turns out that the Mu Empire, an ancient underground civilization that disappeared 12,000 years earlier, are responsible. They are plotting to reclaim the surface world, with their advanced technology. As the attacks by the Muans increase the surface world has only one hope to…

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#1963 #Hideyo Amamoto #Ishiro Honda #Kenji Sahara #Tadao Takashima

[voidgeek]

Manda(the god of the submerged world)

Manda es kaiju relacionado directa como indirectamente con la saga de Godzilla esta apareció por primera vez en la película de 1963 "Atragon" donde actúa como uno de los antagonistas principales.

La fisiología de Manda es como la de cualquier dragon oriental osea cuerpo alargado, escamas duras, cabeza con cuernos y "pelo" y unos largos bigotes exceptuando la version de la película Godzilla: Destroy all monsters donde se le eliminaron los cuernos y bigotes.

La historia de este kaiju comienza en la era showa donde este era la deidad del continente sumergido MU(cualquier parentesco con la leyenda de Atlantis es mera coincidencia), cuando los habitantes de este reino quisieron invadir la superficie terrestre mandaron a su dios para causar el caos y mientras nadaba se encontró cara a cara con la nave atragon(posteriormente su nombre cambiaría a Gotengo) donde se registraría una fiera batalla donde la enorme bestia se enrollaría alrededor del submarino para comprimirlo pero una rápida descarga eléctrica de parte del propio vehículo hizo que se alejara rápidamente entonces el poderoso submarino aprovecho esta brecha para lanzar un rayo congelador al monstruo y sellarlo bajo su nueva prisión de hielo completamente inmóvil.

varios años después precisamente en 1999 otro Manda o el mismo de 1963 no se sabe con mucha claridad apareció sin previo aviso viviendo en la isla de los monstruos junto a la mayoría de kaijus en general, posteriormente fue controlado mentalmente por la avanzada civilización extraterrestre kilaaks y fue mandado a Londres para destruirlo, tiempo después los humanos arrasaron el puesto de avanzada de los alienigenas liberando del control mental a todos los monstruos. ahora todos ellos se dirigieron al monte fuji para acabar la ultima amenaza el monstruo espacial king guidorah donde la mayoría de monstruos terrestres ayudaron a derrotarlo y así regresando a la isla de los monstruos.

la ultima aparición de Manda en las películas fue peculiar ya que por así decirlo su final es parecido a su principio verán en la invasion de monstruos terrestres de Godzilla final wars(2004) Manda surgió en el océano y ataco justo a un submarino llamado Gotengo la batalla fue muy equilibrada para los dos bandos Manda utilizo su técnica de enrollar a sus presas esto lo uso contra el submarino, como medida desesperada el Gotengo se sumergió a una chimenea volcánica submarina para deshacerse de el dragon y lo lograron. y en un giro de acontecimientos le lanzaron un rayo congelador(quizá en honor a la primera película de este monstruo en Toho) que lo inmovilizo y posteriormente con un taladro equipado en el vehículo matarlo destruyéndolo en pedazos.

Habilidades(no son muchas)

1-tiene gran fuerza como para destruir embarcaciones y estructuras terrestres

2-poderosa mordida

3-adaptación al medio acuático casi en totalidad

CURIOSIDADES:

a)Este monstruo aunque no ah aparecido en muchas películas a tenido sus momentos en la serie anime Godzilla: singular point ademas de los libros Godzilla: monster apocalypse.

FIN?

[quasar1967]

Atragon (1963)

RIDE THE JUGGERNAUT OF DESTRUCTION FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE SEVEN SEAS TO THE OUTER LIMITS OF SPACE!

The legendary empire of the lost continent of Mu reappears to threaten the world with domination. While countries unite to resist, an isolated World War II Captain has created the greatest warship ever seen, and possibly the surface world’s only defense.

#atragon #ishiro honda #toho studios #sci-fi movies

[gojira-ekkusu]

巨竜マンダ - “Great Dragon Manda” 8mm Film (1972)

#toho kaiju picture book #manda #mu empress #gotengo #atragon #東宝怪獣絵本 #マンダ #ムウ帝国皇帝 #轟天号

[emjayhaych]

Here’s the next kaiju trademark logo I’ve redesigned: Mu’s serpent god Manda from Atragon, Destroy All Monsters and Final Wars! Inspired by @stoicaesthetics own redesigns, go check them out #manda #atragon #gotengo #godzilla #toho #kaiju #graphicdesign #logo #logodesigns #redesign #dragon #seasnake #seaserpent #mu #serpentgod https://www.instagram.com/p/BzI_9fshfW_/?igshid=12erhlfrbakcf

#manda #atragon #gotengo #godzilla #toho #kaiju #graphicdesign #logo #logodesigns #redesign #dragon #seasnake #seaserpent #mu #serpentgod

[kenro199x]

This is very, very tempting!

https://us.ric-toy.com/prgm06r-wld.html

#atragon #toho #ric boy #tokusatsu #manda #Real Master Collection #Mu Empire #x-plus garage kit toy #x-plus

[thezanyarthropleura]

AO3 still down? Alright then, here’s a compilation of my ‘Battra and Belvera destroy Mu’ storyline from the flashback sequences in Don’t Tell Me (How This Game Ends), with the next part (vs. Megalon and King Caesar) added from my draft of the next chapter. Warnings for typical kaiju violence and destruction. None of the monsters die for real, doubly so since this is meant as a prequel to the movies they all later appear in.

(btw, it’ll still probably be around another month before I’m done with the whole chapter)

7946 BCE

The sea churned with bile, tumultuous waves crashing in chaotic frenzy, dragging with them the corpses of hundreds of creatures of the deep. In skies so saturated with toxic mist the moon shone through it with the color of blood, winged shadows cackled with delight, swooping down to tear greedy chunks out of rotting whales and mosasaurs.

Rising with each breach of the surface, Battra’s bright yellow, knifelike crest fell to split the waves, over and over again. Tsunamis hundreds of meters high could not move the hardened, spiked armor of the larva, and the shadows knew well to steer clear of the dark moth in his steady advance.

One creature had not heeded the warning, or perhaps could not, its whiplike slither in the water easily felt even across the great distance. Battra’s glowing red compound eyes, passing above and below the surface with each contraction of his segmented body, scanned both fields of darkness for any sign of the approaching foe.

Beneath, it was. A writhing, teal-green serpent with a crown of long, narrowed horns. Two sets of small grasping legs spaced down its body. Ferocity in its bared fangs.

That one’s Manda. Don’t get caught in his coils or give him a chance to latch on. His scales can absorb and store energy. If you shoot, don’t miss!

Battra didn’t intend to. Without warning, he dropped well below the waves, directly into the path of the advancing serpent. A surge of yellow-orange lightning coursed up the spiked armor segments that made up the back of his head and coalesced up and down his horn, darkening to match the shades of the sky above. Drawing his head back and snapping it forward, he sent out a bolt of lightning that cast a sunset red glow through the murky deep.

Reacting just in time, Manda loosened the tight pattern of his swimming motion, becoming a widened coil that allowed the bolt to pass harmlessly through the middle. With alarm, Battra watched as smaller electrical offshoots were drawn out of the lightning and attracted into Manda’s body, his scales taking on the red glow until he appeared nearly to be made of hellish flame. With the attack passed, Manda tightened his coil again and switched to a violent, back-and-forth lashing.

Battra moved to duck, but Manda leveraged his snakelike body to a full stop in the water, letting his tail catch up and then spinning to crack it forward like a whip. Aimed to follow the larva’s attempted escape, the barbed tail-end struck hard against the side of Battra’s head, discharging the built-up energy on impact in a burst of light and rolling him upside-down in the water.

A squealed roar and a torrent of bubbles escaped Battra’s mandibles, and he urgently twisted his form until he could bombard Manda with another bolt of horn lightning and twin bolts of purple from his eyes. But Manda was at home in the water, even so toxified, darting about with enough speed and maneuverability to not only dodge multiple volleys of lightning, but make a tight curve around each bolt until his body surged with electrified purple and red.

Manda looped into a spiral somersault and brought the tip of his tail down on Battra’s head, just to the side of his crest. While the dark moth was still recovering, three more hits to the face and neck dispersed the rest of Manda’s absorbed energy, and bludgeoned Battra into a daze. Baring teeth, the serpent lunged and clamped onto the fleshy base of Battra’s left tusk, nostrils flaring in view of the eye above as the rest of Manda’s body looped several times around Battra and closed in tight.

Battra! What are you doing? Don’t let that oversized worm take you down!

Casting a sharp glare at nothing, Battra internally groaned. The serpent’s muscles constricted against his exoskeleton, inflicting enough strain the dark moth feared his armor might crack. But he could barely move, and even his own attempts to writhe against the pressure felt weak and weaker still with every moment that passed. For a moment, there was nearly peace, just the pressure and the calm of deeper waters as the entwined monsters slowly sank toward the bottom.

But shadows moved in the emptiness, the bloated corpses of fishes, mollusks, and marine mammals and reptiles alike. Not simply from the polluted seas, but now, so many that hadn’t survived the temperature shock and anoxia of the changed currents. Such hubris, such carelessness…

Battra’s eyes flared red like the moon, energy surging around them. Enraged, he thrashed back and forth, holding up the many spiked feet on either side of his body so they poked at the thinner scales on Manda’s underbelly. He lashed out with the forked trident of spines at the tip of his tail, scraping several times against the excess length of Manda’s until with one final lunge he managed to spear one of the longer spines between scales and deep into flesh.

Manda’s jaws slipped as he gasped a low, gurgling roar, and the grip he regained on Battra’s tusk wasn’t nearly as secure. Battra bashed at the loosening coils with his two largest, hooked feet, pushing one length of Manda’s body far enough away that he could use the point to scrape at it, indenting several scales at disturbed angles. Wrenching and twisting his tail spikes, he wedged the impaled spine deeper and deeper, until blood clouded the water and Manda was forced to let go, hastily putting distance between himself and the dark moth.

Second incoming! Above you!

Battra looked on high toward the water’s surface in time to watch the shape descend – a lizard with a spiky, fishlike face, gliding down through the water like a manta ray on stretches of skin that joined its forward and rear limbs. A single row of thin, sickle-curved spines ran down the middle of its back to the end of its tail.

It’s Varan! He’s as good in water as he is on land and in the air. Watch the spines when he curls up!

Parting the water with cupped, webbed hands, Varan leant forward into a somersault, lashing down with the spines on his tail and grazing Battra’s left flank as he dodged to the side. Battra repaid the reptile in kind, spinning in a tight circle and scraping a row of sharp foot spikes against Varan’s tough, scaly hide. He uncurled and flexed his tail segments quickly, pursuing his new, descending opponent with a barrage of lightning and a main pair of legs ready to strike downward.

Varan’s pseudo-carapace of tough back armor tanked the energy attacks, and as Battra’s hooks closed in, the reptile twirled to swim inverted and reached upward to catch the limbs in his webbed hands. The two monsters locked gazes for just a moment, before Varan leaned back, pulling Battra down and curling up into a fierce double-kick to the caterpillar’s underside.

Battra was sent sprawling, crashing through an unidentified mass that broke apart too easily to be made of rock or earth. A set of legs combed through the silt on the ocean floor, splaying apart with the protective curve of a segmented body to bring the dark moth’s uncontrolled slide to a gradual stop. In the process, Battra’s arrival had kicked up an obscuring cloud that included debris from artificial structures, as well as the unmistakable shapes of several bloated human corpses drifting idly within the disturbed sediment.

You’re already over the continent, or what used to be part of it. The rich and powerful moved inland and built their sea walls. They left everyone else to drown.

BATTRA CARES NOT FOR THE SUFFERING OF HUMANS.

Good for you. Varan’s closing in on your right side.

Turning, Battra saw the silhouette of the triphibian reptile, at a diagonal forward hunch on his hind feet as he strolled across the seafloor. In the clouded water, Varan was ghostlike, moving between submerged buildings as more flood-washed refuse drifted upwards with every step.

Battra lit up the water with a triple energy blast, but Varan was quick, pushing off the bottom and using his gliding wings to drift overhead of the attack. Varan stalled with his arms spread wide and brought his hind legs up for a powerful kick to Battra’s face, staggering the bulky larva.

On landing, Varan brought his right arm around for a horizontal sweep of his claws, scratching the armor on Battra’s face and narrowly missing his eye. With a shove forward from his many legs, Battra slid himself backward, dodging the next swipe and kicking up even more of a dust cloud. While Varan was following through, upper body momentarily twisted aside, Battra reared up on his hind segments, battering Varan in the shoulder with his largest right foreclaw and sending the reptile crashing down onto his side.

Through the mist, debris, and bodies, Battra sent lightning up his horn and struck at what he could see of Varan with bolt after bolt, making the reptile squirm as he tried to get up.

Watch it, Manda’s coming back!

The slithering serpent appeared out of nowhere, one moment a head with snapping jaws breaking through the clouds and the next, a long, scaled body crossing far too close in Battra’s field of vision, cast in warm reddish light by Battra’s attacks and indeed drawing their energy unto itself. Manda vanished into the clouds again as quickly as he’d appeared, but now there was a glow swimming through them, around them, split up by the silhouettes of the buildings the serpent passed behind.

Varan tried to get up again, but even with Battra’s onslaught halted, he appeared to convulse and stumble, reaching for and scratching at the side of his neck while his jaws broke loose with a strangled roar, air bubbling up past the widened whites of his eyes.

Battra could nearly feel pity for the creature, succumbing faster than his serpentine ally to the devastation his creators had wrought upon nature. But as Varan gulped down poison and recovered enough to swipe once again with deadly claws, he was simply an obstacle standing in the way of Earth’s dark salvation. Batting aside the attack with the flat of his horn, the dark moth lunged, impaling the weapon’s point in Varan’s shoulder and pushing forward through the reptile’s cries of pain. Eyes flashed and lighting traveled up the horn, dealing searing heat past the barrier of Varan’s thick skin – until the light in front of Battra suddenly paled in comparison to that behind him, and a powerful coiling strike of Manda’s tail exploded along his right flank.

Sent sailing through the murky depths, Battra collided with the waterlogged structure of another sunken building. Catching sight of Manda writhing about for another attack, Battra pushed off with his largest legs, gaining altitude and beginning to swim. Manda, however, handily dodged an attempted ram of the dark moth’s protruding horn, instead coiling around Battra and digging the claws of his forward limbs into the creases of Battra’s carapace.

Attempting to dislodge the serpent once again, Battra found Manda capable of learning from past mistakes, this time leaving more than enough distance between his coiling neck and Battra’s sharp spines as he clamped his jaws down at the base of a right tusk.

However, with a loose hold consisting only of the three anchors, there was no chance of crushing or constricting, leaving the serpent��s intentions a mystery – until a scrambling Varan pushed himself above the refuse. Manda lashed his tail out toward the triphibian reptile, and Varan’s front paws caught it just at the base of the flared end. Curling fully around the acquired handhold, Varan formed his row of back spines into a bladed circular saw.

Like a violent tug on a rope, Manda’s body contracted.

Bubbles escaped Battra’s parting jaws in a pained screech, yellow-green hemolymph clouding the water, as the bladed back of Varan, spinning on Manda’s twisting tail, made a quick slice through the dark moth’s carapace.

Lashing out in the other direction, Manda’s body was soon stretched to its limits and simply rebounded, bringing the saw back for another strike that left another bleeding cut between two legs farther down Battra’s left side. No matter how much Battra struggled, he could not escape the strange dance the three monsters found themselves in, Varan always being drawn back for yet another devastating impact.

You’re stronger than that, Battra! You’re cleverer than that! Show these worthless human pawns what you can do!

Battra stopped struggling.

He waited.

And when Varan was already sailing towards him once more, he roughly twisted his body from end to end, the bladed tips of his feet nearly mirroring a double helix. This time, the water was clouded with dark red instead of yellow, a different muffled screech resounding as Varan’s spines struck scales instead of chitinous armor.

Manda detached immediately, struggling for a moment even against the body still curled around his tail until Varan let go, drifting aimlessly in the water as the bloodied serpent made his panicked escape. Battra wasted no time before converging all three beams at the wound in the triphibian reptile’s shoulder, setting off a plume of dark smoke as a pained, twitching Varan scrambled away and drifted down to the sea floor.

Battra’s compound eyes swept across the settling clouds of sediment in the drowned city, wary for any sign of further hostility from his opponents.

Leave them, they’re not your enemies! Attack the human beings!

Battra could find little reluctance as he departed the scene, drifting closer back to the surface as he resumed his steady course. A sideways heave of his head above the waves left water trailing from his horn, a screech echoing in the night as he appeared at last to his hosts, a specter at world’s end.

Moonlit currents sparkled red, broken by the hulls of hundreds of submarines formed up in defense, behind them the forbidding seawall and its line of serpentine defense turrets. Behind them, the land, and only in the distance, framed by lightning and its own energetic chaos, was the black mountain. Both a monument to the humans’ mastery of the land, and the stepping stone to their dominance of the skies, the upwrought mound of dark stone rose higher than even the clouds, the twelve artificial spires at its peak continually charging with their horrid blood-crimson lightning. Even as Battra watched, another discharge was sent high into the atmosphere, detonating in a shockwave that passed overhead in all directions.

Far nearer though, in only the first of the visible foothills behind the seawall, the land exploded from a new, metallic peak rising from underneath. On the momentum of the spinning drill, another defender rose up through the dust on unfolding wings and landed on two-toed, insectoid feet. The bipedal beetle clacked his drill-half hands together in anticipation.

Nearby, a sheer cliff face supporting a temple atop it exploded out from the side, another gigantic humanoid figure marching eagerly forward to join the beetle. Reflected moonlight was caught in gemstone eyes, dust casually shaken from both fur and stone. The guardian shisa clenched his fists and flicked his doglike ears skyward, staring down the threat with perpetually-grimacing teeth.

Battra’s hellish eyes remained undaunted, matched by the fury of the tiny priestess who drifted close on her winged mount to hover beside him.

On a different day, he would note the small distinctions between the pain that dwelled in both their tortured hearts, the desperation fueling their unending rage, hope and love all violently torn out of broken frames held together now by chains of spite.

But for this one, horrid and beautiful moment, perhaps in all of time unending, there was not a single command of hers that was not a mere, redundant echo of his own thoughts.

Battra… DESTROY!

If she’d said the words aloud, they would have broken her voice. She’d waited so long, pleading with the Earth as she watched the Mu people tear each other apart, and now, finally, there was answer. There was justice. There was judgement.

Lightning from Battra’s horn and eyes washed over the submarine fleet, detonating the machines themselves along with the pill-shaped yellow canisters a few of them were attempting to mine the water with. With a writhe in the surf, Battra lunged forward in a caterpillar curl, scraping the closest subs apart with the tips of his feet and following up with another sweeping pass of his beams to ignite those farther afield.

The serpentine defense turrets, another concept borrowed from Nilai Kanai, cackled with green light as they unleashed their converging fire. Battra was suddenly struck by dozens of beams at once, warded back into a panic by their sheer numbers. Even his horn, surging with burning power, could only strike out at one turret at a time from above, too slow to weed out the progenitors of his pain as smoke rose from his face and neck.

Dive, Battra! Get back in the water!

The yellow horn fell like a guillotine, the surf parting and reconvening until it evened out. The water became strangely quiet for almost a full minute, and Belvera watched from above with building anticipation and worry.

Alright, now, where are you… she wondered as she drifted further inland on Garu-Garu, passing high over the seawall and sharing her tense confusion with the two bipedal defenders wandering the dark countryside.

Then, the earth began to shake, and Belvera smiled.

With a roar that echoed through the disturbed ground, Battra’s horn broke the surface, coming up through a grassy plain behind the seawall. A dust cloud gathered, turning Battra’s eyes into demonic lanterns as prism beams coalesced to fire.

Struck from behind in dancing chains of purple lightning, all turrets in range were blown to rocky bits. A few buildings caught in the crossfire were cataclysmically severed at the same level, the energy scorching them clean through-and-through.

Hooking his largest legs over the edge of his burrowed crater, Battra heaved himself up onto the terrain, just as heavy footfalls brought him to alert. With drill-half hands held low and pointed forward, Megalon was making a run in from the side, two-toed feet thundering on the earth.

The beetle’s Megalon. He can spit out napalm grenades and his horn can shoot lightning like yours, but he’s too dumb to use any of it effectively. Should be a breeze.

At the last moment of Megalon’s approach, Battra ducked aside from the half-drills and brought his tail-end up out of the hole in the ground, snapping it like a whip at shin-level and sending Megalon tripping forward over it. With a turn and a leap, Battra followed the ditch carved by the beetle’s slide, landing half on top of Megalon with leg tips clacking over the surface of black-and-yellow striped elytra. A large, hooked foreleg fell down on the back of Megalon’s head as he tried to rise, bashing his face back into the dirt.

Battra’s mandibles let out a taunting screech, even as his armor sparked with the impacts of green-blue weapons fire, incoming from the nearby slope where Muan rider pairs trudged downhill on their six-legged kilolon mounts. Battra let loose a triple volley of prism lightning and turned his head to let more bolts dance across the ground, incinerating the smaller beetles until there was nothing left but smoke rising from their burned-out husks.

Husks which shook and rattled and rolled down the slope as the footfalls of King Caesar sent the mountain itself trembling. The shisa was running at a slight angle along the hillside, likely trying to get at Battra from the left side where he’d just been firing his beams. Battra cast irritated, wrathful eyes on the new foe.

King Caesar. I don’t know why they call him that, he’s a giant shisa, it should be King Shisa. Either way, smash him. He moves pretty fast for having all that solid rock armor, and whatever you do, don’t—

Battra’s head spikes cackled with orange light, a pair of purple prism beams tearing through the hillside on a course for Caesar’s feet. Caesar kicked off into open air, crossing in front of Battra as the beams swept along to follow. It was a full cartwheel leap, and Caesar was upside-down with his head in place to absorb both beams into his right eye once they caught up to his position.

At that moment, Megalon put his drills together, and managed to catch the grooves well enough in the terrain below to pull himself out from underneath Battra and further underground. While Battra was still processing that, King Caesar landed on his feet, trampling a bit of forest to Battra’s right as he continued the momentum of his run. From his left eye, a condensed purple prism beam carved the ground on a diagonal path toward Battra and, on impact, threw the larva high and curling in the air to crash down a few dozen meters away.

Like I was SAYING, don’t shoot any beams at him, especially not his face! His eyes’ll just catch them and throw them back out ten times as strong!

Rolling back onto his many feet, Battra deeply grunted in annoyance, but had little time to seethe as King Caesar leapt and kneed him in the side of the face, bringing him down again. He swung his head crest upward on offense, but Caesar grabbed it around the middle, the sharpened edge doing little to harm the other monster’s bricklike skin. Caesar wrapped his left arm around the back of Battra’s carapace and lifted the larva up off the ground, pinned against his rocky side, while many sharp legs wavered for purchase. Caesar struggled with the muscular strength of Battra’s writhing for a few more moments before seemingly giving up, and instead turned and threw Battra with impressive distance, enough that Belvera had to turn around and fly into the vicinity of another mountainside to track his landing.

Belvera smiled as a squadron of aerial drones attempted a bombardment, only for Battra to direct a trio of beams skyward, setting the propelled explosives off like fireworks. She smiled wider as Battra continued to sweep the beams down and across the level of the terrain, reducing a nearby inhabited settlement to cinders. Only the heavy, enraged, pounding feet of King Caesar coming over the hill brought the larva rounding his head to glare once again at the lion-dog kaiju.

King Caesar took wide, diagonal steps in a zigzag approach, arms low and hands out to the sides while his head tilted with each footfall in a mocking intimidation display. Battra was having none of it, and scuttled with his many legs into a powerful forward leap, slamming into King Caesar’s center of mass and making him stumble. His largest legs hooked around Caesar’s upper arms, pinning them to his sides, and the several decently-long legs right above them splayed and wavered with Battra’s neck as it swung from to side to side, claw-tips drawing sparks as they scraped repeatedly against the sides of Caesar’s face.

Dirt and dust started to kick up nearby to the two struggling kaiju, followed by a drill-bit point poking up through the ground a few hundred meters away.

Watch it, Megalon’s coming up behind you!

The Beetle parted his hands just long enough to heave himself out of the broken earth, and then put the drill halves back together. He held the combined, spinning drill out in the air past his left shoulder as he ran forward, clearly intending to use it to batter the back of Battra’s head.

Battra curled the tip of his tail around one of King Caesar’s legs, pulling it out from underneath and causing them both to fall over just as Megalon tried to intercept. Underneath the passing drill, Battra swung out with his head crest edge-on, slicing into the gap between the hanging scales on Megalon’s left thigh and drawing a spurt of yellow lymph-fluid.

Megalon stumbled, stopped the drill on the edge to separate his hands, and used the left half to urgently pat at the bleeding injury. In what was probably a fortuitous accident, a bout of panicked skipping on his feet got him turned around enough to face Battra again, and he took an opportunistic shot at the larva with his lightning horn.

Battra leapt back in recoil, but King Caesar eagerly craned his neck to take the electric bolt in his right eye upside-down, then leaned upward to fire it right-side-up from his left. From the force of the bolt striking up along his exposed throat and face, Battra was sent flying completely off Caesar, and a yellow-green spray followed his severed right tusk as it spun end-over-end through the air.

King Caesar stumbled to his feet, with Megalon happily hopping up to stand beside him and posing with his nearer half-drill held diagonally in the air. Caesar ignored the gesture and charged forward, leaving behind a dejected Megalon slowly lowering his arm. Before Battra could react, the shisa had heaved him up off the ground in both arms, turned around, and beckoned a roar to Megalon.

Halfheartedly perking up in interest, it took a few more roars amid Battra’s struggles for Megalon to react, opening his mouthparts to dispense a propelled napalm grenade. The red-sand-encased projectile struck Battra along the flank, exploding in a swell of flame that adhered to and continued to burn on the surface of Battra’s exoskeletal plates.

Belvera leant over Garu-Garu’s saddle in alarm. Battra, get out of there!

Battra made a number of attempts to push or writhe himself free, but King Caesar held on implacably through several more napalm bomb hits. Finally, a muscular curl set them both off-balance enough for the next bomb to strike the shaggy mane tendrils draped across Caesar’s left shoulder, instantly setting alight the shisa’s fur.

In a panic, Caesar dropped Battra, and staggered on shaky feet as he tried to pat out the flames. Megalon paid no mind to his ally’s distress and adjusted to fire more bombs at Battra on the ground, setting the terrain ablaze as the burning larva undulated a steady path through them.

Battra was heading for the ocean, having set course toward a nearby slope leading down to the inside face of the seawall. Lightning from his eyes and horns struck at the smooth surface, creating cracks and small breaches that sprayed seawater over the nearby housing and maintenance structures. Hundreds of humans fled from the great larva’s approach, or from the accompanying, indiscriminate bombardment from their own beetle guardian.

But Battra’s movement was steadily slowing down, as more direct hits added to the bonfire on his carapace. Melting armor dripped from his burning neck and face, his green, red, and yellow coloration all faded together into an oozing, crusted brown, and finally, his legs froze in place, the ones attached to the terrain no longer pointed but fused to the surface like goop. The red light faded from his eyes, and what remained of Battra was merely a brown, burning husk in his former shape.

Belvera, however, grinned wide, still able to feel Battra’s life within.

Megalon had halted the bombardment, tilting his head curiously as he watched the flames fade to flickers upon his petrified opponent. King Caesar cautiously rounded from the lower part of the slope, having taken advantage of the leaks sprung in the seawall and returned to the fight with his fur merely singed to black on most of his left side. Numerous ground or low-hover vehicles, interspersed with creature mounts, approached Battra from all sides as the humans aboard them made an effort to surround and close off the area. With the fires burning out, the prolonged lull in combat, and the first visible shades of deep indigo-violet showing in the night sky with the setting of the red moon, it was one eerily quiet moment at the dawning of civilization’s end.

Then a crack resounded, the melted, dried form of Battra splitting open.

What had been the larva’s head crumbled and fell off, pieces of fused carapace crushing unwitting human bystanders. The back splitting apart jostled the small fires that lingered to either side of the fissure, most of them put out by the wind. A new carapace, composed of many backswept spikes of vibrant blood-red, rose out of the gap, followed by still-shriveled dark sheaths which were serrated on-edge with yellow spines – those being pushed aside by jagged, clawed, insectoid legs that quickly reached and established a secured grip on the broken shell below. A head with many horns, the largest of which were yellow-orange and lighted from within, rose to survey the world it had entered anew, the same red eyes casting the same dark judgement as Battra spread his wings.

He was beautiful.

Her vengeance was beautiful indeed.

None of the humans had reacted, taken any advantage to fire on the emerging creature. Even King Caesar and Megalon had been left to watch in awe, in the absence of any orders. The few minds Belvera spied upon showed her the reason, the delicious truth.

They hadn’t believed, at first. Battra’s larva was so different from Mothra’s, it had been reasonable that this was merely some mere giant creature that had chosen to attack. One that could be resisted the same as any other threat, and that signified nothing of consequence for anyone.

But now, they knew.

They knew, now, it was a god’s fury wrought upon them. A new guardian spawned from the Earth itself, the Battle Mothra. Thousands watched through eyes or screens as Battra dramatically lifted off, ascending directly vertical above the gathered onlookers as the undersides of his wings surged with building, crimson red lightning.

Some humans tried to run. Most didn’t bother.

It was an electrical storm with fury Belvera had never seen, the red-tinted brightness reflecting in her delighted eyes. The fleeing humans were split down the middle into wisps of drifting embers on impact, the vehicles exploding with flame and some of the lightning even reaching out to all sides and blasting buildings apart. Megalon was struck at least a dozen times across the front of his body, smoke billowing from each wound as he collapsed backward off his feet. King Caesar managed to catch one bolt in his eye, but enough of them struck his upper torso to send him toppling over as well, the intended counterattack veering off course and cutting a broader, red diagonal through the dark sky that merely served to illuminate Battra’s magnificence from above as well as below.

Belvera felt her body ease, relief in tearful eyes, and basked in the glow of devastation.

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[chernobog13]

ATRAGON

The Mu warship speeds back to the underwater Mu Empire, pursued by the mighty Gotengo!

Unknown to the crew of the Gotengo, the Empress of Mu has released their terrible god, Manda!

The Mu warship escapes through an underwater gate into Mu.

The Gotengo rushes to get inside before the gates shut!

#Atragon #Gotengo #Mu Empire #Manda #mecha #kaiju #tokusatsu #Toho

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[almasexya]

U-570-WHAT? (Atragon, 1963)

It’s easy and somewhat cheap to accuse Japanese rubber monster movies of being plodding. There’s usually a ton of exposition, with no shortage of dry scenes involving politicians and scientists hemming and hawing at how to deal with the Problem, followed by about 7 minutes of big monster action before the end titles roll.

Atragon starts off with a cab driver jumping his car into the ocean, while a pair of photographers catch a glimpse of a strange, steaming diver come crawling out of the sea. Slow and plodding it ain’t.

Atragon is a tough one to classify. Like Gorath and The Mysterians before it, it’s more of a sci-fi movie wearing a kaiju movie’s costume over top of it (though Atragon’s monster fits in far better than poor Maguma ever could). Like many of the other non-Godzilla pictures, I hadn’t seen Atragon before, and the copy I have is once again a bootleg, which is probably the best we’re going to get for it.

After the explosive (and honestly confusing) start, Atragon settles in to familiar territory. The two photographers, together with a police detective, struggle to piece together what’s going on, as numerous engineers and architects are reported missing throughout Japan. Clearly something is up, and the pair of photographers stumble into another attempted kidnapping, that of a retired admiral and his adopted daughter by a strange man who identifies himself only as “Mu Agent 23″ (Akihiko Hirata, again in a small role, though he’s clearly enjoying it).

Yup, we’ve got another space invader plot here folks. While the invaders are from the lost empire of Mu, demonstrated by what can only be described as a tourism film the Mu agents have delivered to the protagonists, they might as well be aliens. The demands of the Mu empire are simple - give up on the construction of the advanced warship Gotengo, (referred to in english as the Atragon, with no explanation given) or all of Earth’s cities will be destroyed.

This requires some unpacking.

The Gotengo is the brainchild of Captain Jinguchi, (Jun Tazaki) an ultra nationalist who deserted from the navy before dropping his daughter off with Retired admiral Kusumi and then falling off the face of the Earth himself. Everyone assumes he’s dead, but of course he isn’t, he’s working on a super submarine that he believes will help bring back Japan’s old glory.

This is a tricky plot, no doubt about it. Director Ishiro Honda and screenwriter Sekizawa Shinichi  thread the needle fairly well; when the protagonists finally end up meeting Jinguchi, basically everyone berates him for living in the past and trying to continue a war that’s been over for over 20 years. There’s no doubt plenty of cultural commentary in here, though it’s sometimes difficult to tease out while the movie is busy dangling the Gotengo in front of you and shouting “Hey, isn’t this big sub neat?!”

And the Gotengo certainly is neat, a giant, sleek sub with a massive drill on the front that can also inexplicably fly, this thing just screams wish fulfillment, the kind of awesome fantasy vehicle designed to put children’s asses in seats, though the genre hadn’t started its flying leaps into that territory yet.

Trouble is, the Gotengo doesn’t get a ton of screen time to show itself off. After a brief test flight, the movie spends quite a bit of time on the futile attempts to get Jinguchi to use his craft against Mu (he asserts it’s only for the use of defending Japan, which is currently being attacked by another nation, so his logic doesn’t exactly hold water). By the third act, the Gotengo finally gets to see some action, but it feels like a bit of a rush job.

That’s not to say the effects aren’t a lot of fun. Eiji Tsuburaya’s effects show marked improvement, with a number of downright awesome sets that show off the expansive underground Mu Empire, as well as a scene where an entire city gets leveled by an earthquake. Gotengo itself is definitely the standout, especially when its opponent, the sea dragon Manda, is a bit on the goofy side, with big yellow eyes and an off-kilter swimming motion.

Like Maguma before it, Manda doesn’t get much screentime before it’s dispatched, lending the Gotengo an air of invincibility  as it drills its way into the heart of the Mu empire with seemingly no difficulty at all. While it can be said that the tension more or less deflates as soon as the Gotengo starts kicking ass, there was plenty of tension beforehand that it feels less like a deflated balloon and more of a triumphant victory, and unlike Toho’s later attempt at an undersea empire, the Mu genuinely feel like a threat.

Atragon takes quite awhile to get going, and for the casual fan it’s tough to recommend. That said, the effects are worth tracking it down, even if the monster is more of a miss than a hit. It’s all about the big sub with a drill on it, anyway.

#monster monday #atragon

[highly-radioactive-nerd]

O want a Monsterverse Mothra movie. Show me Infant Island where there's still a small society of the forgotten people worshipping Mothra.

But Jason, Skull Island already has that! You want -two- islands with ancient civilizations?

YES! I also want an Atragon reboot, where the Mu empire is the remnants of one of the old civilizations that tried to use the Titans as weapons of war getting back on their bullshit with their God Manda.

I want Giant Frankenstein to show up, slap some War of the Gargantuans in there. I want all of those Golden Era kaiju films to breathe again! RESURRECT THE OLD GODS! SUBMIT TO THE WILL OF THE TITANS! THIS WORLD BELONGS TO GIANT MONSTERS!