It was another hard day for the inhabitants of a small Argentinian fishing village. After the mass death of all the fish the town's folk had been living off dwindling rations and the bitter leaves of foraged greens.
Humanitarian organisations were stretched so thin that very little aid had been given to their little fish problem when grand stories of destructive monsters ruled the media. Though the government had chipped in, they were still having to deal with Rodan who kept lighting things on fire all over the country. This meant that the entire village was hunkering down for a hard few months with most of the town being unemployed and the community being wholly out of money except for a small reserve for food.
A few weeks ago they heard that Monarch was sending a boat out to search for what had caused the ecological disaster, prompting some celebration as people thought that their problems would finally be solved. But when the boat never returned and hull shrapnel began to wash up on the beach the people became even more unnerved.
One man, a fisherman and family man walked down towards the coast, starting off his new routine that he had recently developed. He pulled a piece of litmus paper and stuck it in the sea. A pH2.
The salty air stung his skin and the cold air burned his eyes. The water had been at two for weeks now but he could smell in the air that it was strong today. No creature stirred, which was to be expected as most creatures had been killed by the acid but today the very air seemed to want to flee, blowing around in frantic cold gusts. The grey sky showed no promise of rain but blanketed over the area, turning the day into a dull twilight.
He gazed over the water and noticed a particularly dark wave seemingly forming, as if it was made of a dark ink. The wave closed the land, overtaking the other swells and rising higher than the others.
The man stumbled backwards, sure that this phenomenon was not good news. He turned and ran up the damp beach, his feed sinking into the sand and slowing his progress as if he was on a treadmill. He looked back and watched at the black wave neared the shore and then opened its eyes.
Its eyes had a gory red sclera and an Iris made of some sickly yellow colour which slowly faded into the darkened hole of the pupil. They were the shape of human eyes but tuned 90* so that they were both vertical.
The creature beached itself revealing its true form as what looked like a huge horseshoe crab-shaped monster, as long as two buses with a leathery hide that covered its mounded form.
Entrail- like tentacles began to flounder about in the sand. But the creature seemed thoroughly grounded. Just as the man thought he was safe from the beached menace the creature began to twitch and squirm on the beach.
Realising something was wrong the man turned to flee and ran a sort of arthritic sort of wobbly gallop away from the beach, glancing behind himself periodically. The weak tentacles of the creature swelled and grew a spiked end, morphing its physiology in meer seconds.
(if you were wondering, yes I have watched shin but i'll put my own spin on things don't worry)
It dug its new limbs into the sand and hauled itself across the sand. It let out a low bellowing roar that sounded like the creaking of a huge ancient gate mixed with a slow trill. It grated on one's ears like nails on a chalkboard.
As the creature moved, it seemed to hone in its own skills. Its studded appendages grew stronger, developing visible muscle and sinew and more numerose, allowing the creature to haul itself at a higher speed onto the land. It dragged itself into the main body of the village, smashing everything in its path into pieces. It seemed to enjoy the devastation, going out it's way to knock over buildings and stab pedestrians with its forelimbs.
In its wake was left a wet trail of some steaming liquid. Light vapour eliminated off the top of the trail, choking and burning the eyes of all who tried to cross the tainted earth.
The creature crawled towards the largest building in the town, a stone church. It used its crab-like legs to dig into the brickwork and haul itself up against the spire like some ghastly cockroach.
The church spire, not designed to take such weight, crumbled inwards. The mass of the monster caused the entire structure to cave in, crumbling the ancient stone as if it were sand.
GRUAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
The monster roared a triumphant roar, as if it had just defeated a great adversary, and then began to feed. It lay atop the rubble, using some unseen mouth to ingest the crumbled remains of the building and using shovel-like forelimbs to scoop the rubble into its orifice. As It sat there feeding and with its newfound nourishment, the repulsive abomination...
...Began to grow.