Monster Island

It's still Baragon, here. To be honest, nothing's been new. No sign of Big G. Those Crawlers are still at it. The humans are building that pillar thing. Mothra's eggs are still eggs. The usual.

You'd expect some action by now. I know I have. It's been the same thing: Attack, defend, repeat. Everybody's getting tired of it. Are these aliens just that predictable, or...What if they're just trying to exhaust us? Like, they want us to get so weak so that when they do their real big attack, we'll be too pooped out to do anything. If that's the case, those space guys are pretty damn clever. Maybe we should take long breaks between battles, instead of always being on guard. I'll talk to Mothra about this later.

Oh, yeah. Earlier today, I had a nice talk with Rodan and Anguirus while we were patrolling the shore. I guess that was eventful.

"So, uh, have either of you two heard anything of Big G and his grandfather?" I asked the both of them.

"No," Rodan shook his head. "Not a thing."

"Me neither," Anguirus added.

"Oh," I said a little quietly. "Well if you do hear anything, please let me know."

"We don't get to hear much, anyhow," Rodan said. "You and your little 'ground control' don't tell us anything at all anymore. All we really know is that the humans are building a thing for Godzilla or whatever, and that the little crawling shitheads are feeding off our blood or some crap."

Okay, I haven't really attended that many meetings recently, but I know we (Big G, Mothra, and I) covered everything during said meetings. Rodan hasn't showed for a lot of the meetings, so he's to blame.

"Okay, whatever you say," I reply.

At some later point in our guarding duty, Rodan was at the other side of the shore, and Anguirus was near me. He said to me: "Yo. So, uh, word on the island is that you and Godzilla are..."

"Everybody knows it by now, Anguirus," I said. "And it's true."

"Really? No joke?"

"No joke."

"What do, uh...Do you two...ahh..."

"No, we don't."

"O-oh."

"Why do you sound a tad disappointed?"

"I-I'm not. It's just, uh, I just wanted to sift through these rumors I've heard."

"Whatever it is that you've been hearing from Rodan...it's probably not true."

"I never said tha-"

"You never said that Rodan told you a bunch of stuff, but it's true, ain't it?"

"What are you-"

"What I'm getting at is the truth, okay? Pardon my French, but Rodan...he's...pretty much a prick. He's been like that since he lost his wife. You can't deny that."

"It's true..."

"And you've been hanging around with him a lot since this fight, or...whatever you want to call it...started. He's a great fighter, sure, but his personality is, well, terrible. He harasses the others, makes them feel uncomfortable. We all have gotten soft in the past few years, I'll admit that. We all treat each other nicely. I'm okay with that. Really! The issue is that some of us want to go with the 'old ways', and those ways have left us. Rodan is one of those guys who wants to be dominant to others. To be the King of the Monsters. He has been for a while, even before his wife...well, y'know..."

"I get all that, Baragon. Get to the point."

"Okay, okay. He's a jerkwad. He makes everyone feel miserable, including you, right?"

"...yeah..."

"So, why do you follow him around like your his lackey when all he does is make you feel insignificant?"

"I-I..."

"You what?"

"I don't know."

"Really? You don't know?"

"I don't."

"Look. You're a fan of the 'old ways', yeh?"

"Yeah..."

"How much of it do you follow?"

"Some of it."

"Do you agree with anything Rodan says?"

"N-not really."

"So, I ask again: Why do you follow him around?"

"..."

"It's because you want to go with the 'new way', right? You want to make friends with others?"

"Actually, yeah."

"Well, Anguirus, you're hanging with the wrong crowd. You're your own being. You don't need to listen to others, do you?"

"No. No, I don't. I don't need to put up with Rodan's shit. I do not have to put up with being granted the pleasant nickname of Thunder Thighs."

I had to hold in a giggle when he said 'Thunder Thighs.' I shouldn't really laugh at others, but that name just sounds super ridiculous.

"I do NOT have to put up with being his lab rat, and his punching bag, and his...everything," he continued. "I am not his bitch. I am Anguirus. I'm my own King. I am the result of years and years of evolution. I need to act like it. I'll make Rodan feel so weak he'll shit himself."

And with that, he ran off, probably to fight Rodan. Well, my attempt at being motivational backfired, yet it also worked. He misunderstood what I meant, which was that he should stop being with Rodan and be with other people, but at least he feels like he's independent.

I'm on break, and just before doing this writing thing, I found Rodan with a black eye and a (probably) broken leg. He was kind of sobbing like all hell. From what I can tell, I just removed a threat while creating a potentially new one in the process. Way to go, Baragon.

I'm going to go dig or something.