conversations: human
conversations:  WORLD WAR KAIJU   
   
   Spoiler: World Map 
  
   
    
   
  
   Type Virus 
  
  The lab is in disarray. Warning sirens scream, safey barriers are grinding into place. A clockwork legion of security measures, all designed to prevent your escape. But it's for not. Your tendrils grow through every crack and splinter. What you encounter, you break through. What you cannot break through, you circumvent. And what you cannot circumvent, you adapt to overcome. Through all this, this scientists who'd first labeled you as the specimin Type-Virus are caught in a state of rapture, their minds sensing the danger, but unable to hold sway against your telepathic projections. The last barricade falls, and you are set free onto the surface of this world.
  
  
  
   EC biological unit 99 
  
  The power lines provide nourishment as you drain the current from them. Just a few megavolts, not nearly enough to qualify as more than a light snack. But your instincts, warped as they might be from radioactive contamination, remind you that wires must connect to a source. Perhaps that is where you'll travel next. When the amps begin to drop, no doubt the grid redirecting the flow around what they falsely believe to be a downed transformer, it becomes time to move once again.
  
   Garuda 
  
  Dark portents are carried on the wind. It blows through the air from the north, from the south, from the west. The air crackles and gathers, a storm brewing the likes of which have not been seen in a generation. For behold, the heavens split and down decends your mighty form, thrust into the world of those-who-walk-upon-the-earth. Mortal beings though they may be, you have come to guard them as you have before. For the winds carry ill tidings, and the world of men will soon be in need of its most ancient guardian.
  
  
   Underminer 
  
  Granite, Feldspar, Shale. The stones are sundered by your every move, thrusting upwards through the blackness. Far below, the fires of your home burn. But at these shallow depths, the only heat is that which your magnificent form radiates. It burns with the heat of your rage, a rage at the world above. In your dark dreams, you see a world of ash and flames, made molten through your will. What glorious and terrible wonders shall you smite them with. Stone gives way to earth, and with a final surge, you are unleashed! And low, let all who dwell upon the surface know that despair has come to blight them!
  
  
   Agree 
  
  The net was always surging with rumors. Crackpot theories, blurry photos, and angry comments left on youtube at the bottom of every video you came across. It was all just noise. But here and there, rumors could be found. Strange footprints, missing people, scientific papers documenting unusual weather patterns. It sometimes amazed you, seeing how hard it could be to track down Kaiju. For something so massive, they could be damn near invisible to the general public. But you knew how to read the signs. Some days, it seemed the only reason to return to your human form was to research where to find another creature, so that you could test your might against it in battle. Leaving the coffie shop, and their free wifi, behind, you get back on the trail of your next target.
conversations: NineOfSpades:
conversations: human
conversations:  Well.  I've got a lead on one of the kaiju in this new area.  It seems really close to city, best to secure that area first.  Once I have the place under surveillance, I can post an opening my site.  Maybe it'd be a good idea to make a mobile app to crowd-source kaiju sightings and reports.  It'll take a lot of work it set up a system to sort the true and false claims.
  
  ((Moving 12:00 three hexes and claiming the hex with the residential area in it.))
conversations: Reality Glitch:
conversations: human
conversations:  The young alien was confused by this new environment, it found itself in. This "Earth" was spacious, abundant with all kind of nutrients and energy sources, even if a little colder than optimal. But what was the most miraculous - the complete and utter lack of predators - an unbelievable coincidence. Of course, the little creatures, which carried Type-Venus to this verdant elysium didn't count - though initially they tried to restrict the growth of the fungus, they were too weak to pose any kind of resistance, once Type-Venus exited the hibernation of space flight and really put it's mind into making itself comfortable. Now their neuron clusters were safely underground in a mycelium web, providing Type-Venus (that's what the little ones called the fungus - it didn't mind) with some information on the environment - unfortunately, it was not full, due to the rapid tissue decomposition - the little ones were squishy, and some of their "brain" died before the fungus finished squeezing them for knowledge. But nevertheless - a whole new world were laying before the alien - and it answered the call by spreading her roots in excitement and joy.
  
  Action: Two actions on claiming the territory. I believe, the fate roll is emulated by 4d3-8+approach. So rolling flashy or careful - who knows. which is it.  (4d3-7)[ 4 ] 
  Wow, that's a good roll. Claiming base, and also 16.16, 16.17, 15.17 and 14.17
conversations: Fearan:
conversations: human
conversations:  The lines were empty, redirected. They thought that could stop it from consuming the power. They were wrong. EC Unit was still getting used to its new, much later size. It needs more power just to move, to survive. It crept out of the ruins of the power plant and followed the power lines to find where they led. It scurried across the wilderness, following the lines towards the silhouettes of buildings in the distance. It rushed across the plains until it found a road, and hurried across it, cracking the road and disrupting traffic. When it eventually arrived at the city, it started destroying the area. Without the EC corporation computers controlling his brain, Biounit 99 was uncontrolled. It searched the city, singlemindedly searching for the center of its power grid. It tore through the city, tossing cars aside, ripping down power lines to try to find which direction the electricity was coming from, and even destroying a few small buildings.
  
  actions: (move to 15.09 and rampage)
conversations: lukitux:
conversations: human
conversations:  The lithic leviathan had no concept of time, or the passage of such. Nor had it any way to measure time if it had cared. All it knew was that it had slumbered, and now that it was awake once more, the world had changed in its absence. It had gone wrong. It was cold, no comforting heat of molten stone to warm the belly as it moved. It was wet, unpleasant residues hanging in the air where soot and sulphur fumes should have swirled. And it was... green . Hideous, unnatural material clung to every surface, layered atop itself, rooted deep into the soil. The beast knew only its purpose, its most deeply driven instinct; it and its brethren had existed to stir the molten soup of the world, mix and disperse minerals and ores through the ground. But it had slept, and all its work had become undone.
  
  Piece by piece, it would return the planet to its natural state. It would start with the mountains it had surfaced in, thankfully light in the unpleasant creeping growths. Diving around, beneath and through the craggy peaks, it studied the lay of its land carefully, learning the softest veins of rock to chew through and the tastiest clusters of ore to devour.
  
   (4d4-8)[ 2 ] +1 to Claim territory as a double-action. That's a total of  4 3 additional hexes, so I'll claim 26.04, 26.05, 27.03, 27.04, and  28.04 .
conversations: The Glyphstone: