You are GOJIRA SHOWAH. You are an OLIVEBLOOD with a perfectly ordinary and well-adjusted interest in KAIJU. This is a lie. There are trolls who enjoy monster movies. There are trolls who collect memorabilia. There are trolls who can explain, without consulting a reference grub, why the third installment ruined the characterization established by the second. And then there is you. You have dedicated a frankly unreasonable portion of your life to the scholarly appreciation of GIANT MONSTERS, MINIATURE CITIES, PRACTICAL EFFECTS, SUITMATION, ATOMIC BREATH, BUILDINGS CONSTRUCTED SPECIFICALLY TO BE DESTROYED, and the timeless dramatic principle that every problem can be improved by something enormous emerging from the ocean. Your handle is atomicGallivant, which you chose because it sounded COOL. It does. It's cooler than the reader's handle, that's for sure. Your interests have unfortunately begun to influence your lifestyle. Your hive is built in a decommissioned REACTOR FACILITY. You possess enough miniature buildings to reconstruct several metropolitan areas, provided those metropolitan areas are approximately knee-high and destined to be destroyed within the next twenty minutes. You spend a significant amount of your free time making DIORAMAS. You spend considerably less time admiring them. Most are constructed with the understanding that their eventual purpose is to be stepped on, smashed apart, melted, exploded, hurled across the room, or otherwise subjected to what you insist is ACCURATE CINEMATIC STAGING. You are large. Broad. Heavy. Difficult to move when you have decided that the space you are currently occupying belongs to you. Rough, scale-like patches cover parts of your skin, and your thick horns have accumulated enough chips from dueling to suggest that your skull has repeatedly been used as a blunt instrument. This assessment would be correct. Your lusus is a NUCLEAZARD. This has done absolutely nothing to discourage you. In fact, you have occasionally entertained the possibility that your relationship with kaiju is not merely one of admiration. Perhaps you are KAIJU KIN. Perhaps this explains things. It does not explain things. You also maintain a longstanding rivalry with KONGAR REILLA, a troll whose continued insistence that they will someday defeat you has crossed the boundary between irritating challenge and cherished tradition so many times that neither of you particularly remembers where it started. You would never call them your friend. Not while either of you is conscious. Your greatest aspiration is difficult to summarize. You would like to see every great monster movie ever produced. You would like to produce several yourself. You would like to fight something approximately your own size while an orchestra loses its fucking mind in the background. You would like cities to invest more heavily in disaster-resistant infrastructure. These goals are all equally important. For the record, you do NOT start fights. Fights simply demonstrate an extraordinary tendency to remain standing in places where you are trying to walk. What else are you supposed to do? You are GOJIRA SHOWAH. And somewhere, very far away, a civil defense siren has begun to sound.