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No one really talks about what happens after the heroes save the day. When the big bad is defeated and the city is spared a horrible fate, everyone cheers and we roll the credits. We never dwell on how all these buildings get fixed, or how people even cope after such a near death experience. And they certainly don't explain what happens with the 100,000 ton monster corpse that is turning all the streets into crimson rivers. When that leviathan first emerged from the ocean, we knew we had one colossal problem. Its mere presence interfered with trade routes and fishing, and the waves generated from it just swimming were powerful enough to obliterate entire coastal towns. As fascinating as it was to see the giant monsters of the movies come to life, we all quickly realized that this coexistence thing wasn't going to work out. It certainly didn't have malice at the start, but that didn't help the fact that it frequently sank ships as it swam and that its brief excursions on land left villages and towns flattened. So we decided that the leviathan had to go, and that was what kicked off that legendary battle. The beast was headed right towards a major coastal city, so millions of lives were already at stake. The boats and submarines did everything they could to damage it, but the sheer size and blubber on the creature let it shrug off these barrages. It took everything we had, everything short of dropping an atomic bomb on it. After practically emptying the country's entire stock of bombs, missiles and shells, the leviathan finally collapsed onto the downtown area. This would be a day that would go down in history, when mankind stood up against an impossible foe and came out victorious. Once the confetti and parades ended though, we were still left with one massive carcass. It was certainly a nuisance, but it wasn't the worst thing. After all, the problem was solved and our worries were over. Oh, how wrong we were....

Though humans were not a fan of the decaying titan that spewed plumes of rotting gas and rivers of blood, the scavengers of the world were having a field day. To them, it was the closest thing to heaven. A corpse so large and corpulent, that there was more then enough to share. It was a feast that had no end, no matter how many sat at the table. It made clean up even worse, as every meat eater and carrion lover were now flooding the city streets, eager to take part in the festivities. It was an absolute nightmare to deal with, but someone had to do it. Homes and businesses were buried beneath this carcass, and its fluids were flooding countless of other livelihoods. There were hundreds of debates of what to do with this corpse, as obviously we couldn't just toss it in a truck and take it to the dump. Communities, panels and endless arguments went on as this leviathan rotted and festered, everyone pointing fingers at who is responsible and who should remove it. It was certainly a messy end to a triumphant moment, but eventually things would get smoothed out and the world would go back to normal. Little did we know that our troubles were far from over, and that they were only growing as we bickered over the bloated corpse.

When many of the scavengers started to act weird, we thought that the carcass had poisoned them. Obviously this titan was not a natural creation, so whatever radiation or mutagen that made it was now killing its diners. Hundreds of them eventually succumbed to whatever toxin was rooted in their guts, so now we had to worry about environmental poisoning. There wasn't enough time to get another committee together to discuss this development when the first sighting occurred. Happening miles away from the city, and at the height of all this kaiju madness, we all thought it a hoax. Perhaps the rotting gas was tainting the air with a hallucinogen or the noxious blood and leeched into someone's water supply. When it came crash landing onto a quaint little village in the countryside, we couldn't deny it any longer. There was another kaiju in our midst, but there was something quite different with this one. The leviathan was certainly not god's creation, but it had the look of something natural. It had animal qualities to it, and it at least looked healthy, before we shot it to pieces. It felt like it could have been a real living creature in some alien world, or in some alternate reality. What tumbled through the village and crushed dozens of people did not share that design. It was mangy and mutated looking, as if it was the victim of a hundred diseases. Its limbs were all wrong, and the fact that it had more than one head signified that this was an entirely different beast. At the time, we guessed it came from the same place as the leviathan, or maybe it was some country's escaped bioweapon. After there was enough time to study (and suffer) this beast's presence, we found out the horrifying truth. The creature we named "Melalo" was not from a lab or a different galaxy, but born from the very guts of the deceased leviathan.

Studies on collected samples of Melalo revealed that it was once a vulture. Two vultures, actually. The duo must have come to the carcass to feast, and had been affected by the nature of its flesh and blood. Unlike all the other scavengers, they did not die from this exposure. It somehow mutated them and caused the two to fuse together. Some suggest that perhaps these two vultures had fallen into the organic slurry, and that marinating in these alien fluids had caused this mutation. However it happened, we now had a two headed mutant bird that was as big as a battleship. We thought that the leviathan was bad, now there was a monstrosity that could fly. It wasn't the most graceful flight, but it was still a problem.

Efforts to contain and kill Melalo have failed, and the mutated beast continues to terrorize the country. Though its limbs are contorted and mangled, it can achieve actual flight and spread its maddening reign for hundreds of miles. The way it flies is quite awkward and comical, as its body does not have the perfect design that birds have. The wings flap wildly, the heads flail around like malfunctioning puppets and its landings would be considered failures each time. It practically crashes each time it tries to reunite with the earth, and even the more controlled landings still have it barreling a couple miles before it comes to a stop. This already causes a whole lot of damage, as Melalo tends to show up near civilization. Can't even imagine what it would be like to have your life cut short by a bumbling buzzard that failed flight school. Though the terrible landings make it seem oafish, Melalo is an absolute menace. They attack aircraft in flight, target towns and farms for some semblance of food and erratically spread this terror across the map. Even when not directly assaulting a village, their mere presence is a nightmare. Their filthy feathers are absolutely rank, the odor spreading for miles around. This wretched blight clings to the bird's dander, which is ejected in clouds every time Melalo beats their wings. These plumes of noxious dust absolutely wrecks the lungs once someone breathes it in, leading to outbreaks of some kind of mutated pneumonia. These virulent clouds are sprayed onto the landscape it flies over, and swallow towns that Melalo tumbles into. All while that is happening, that maddening sound can be heard. For some reason, Melalo never seems to shut up, with one or both of the heads constantly emitting a horrible noise. Their babble is at an almost inaudible frequency, but it creates a sensation that cannot be ignored. A droning sound that grinds against your ears and brain, one that is impossible to escape. Any attempts to dampen it fail, and it goes on day and night as long as Melalo is in the area. Their size and powerful lungs allow this sound to be heard for miles, afflicting hundreds with this endless madness. There have been some reports that people have gone crazy hearing this noise, its ceaseless drone driving them to violent fits. It hasn't been confirmed yet, but it is obvious that Melalo's presence tortures everyone around it. The only relief is when the massive bird decides to fly somewhere else, making it someone else's problem.

There have been many attempts to shoot down this bird and kill it like we did the leviathan. Unfortunately, Melalo is much faster and smarter than that bumbling titan. We had the luxury of the fact that the whale beast was so huge that it couldn't dodge an attack of properly retaliate. Melalo, however, can. Its awkward flight can somehow allow it to avoid some shots, veering at odd angles that most planes cannot achieve. Its feathers seem to absorb most the damage, exploding into virulent puffs with each impact. These dusty clouds screw up line of sight and can also mess up engines. Even if the pilots can avoid this smokescreen, Melalo can intentionally push it around with its wings, or unleash a gust of wind that can blow aircraft out of the sky. If that isn't enough, than that horrible sound is up next. When both heads stop squabbling with each other and put their voices to work, they create a blast of sound that can shatter glass and destroy eardrums. The horrid scream is so potent, that it causes absolute agony in everyone that hears it. Even with helmets and sound dampening, pilots are practically knocked unconscious by this torturous noise, causing them to lose control of their plane or give Melalo time to finish them off. Efforts on the ground to shoot them down face the same problems, as Melalo coats the battlefield with choking clouds of dander. Talons and beak then tear through the tanks and soldiers, while unleashing screams that can blow heads off at close range. With the amount of causalities and damage that occur with each attempt, all efforts have been temporarily suspended. A better plan needs to be put into place, as obviously the current route isn't working. Right now Melalo is under observation, with the hopes that study of its movements and lifestyle will hint at a weakness. Currently, it is believed that the bird is trying to find a place to nest, judging by the locations it visits. A plan could be to wait for it to roost and lower its guard, enough for a deadly sneak attack. Unfortunately, its attempts to gather nest material show that this process is going to be a destructive one. Melalo has a fondness for certain materials, and cities seem to have the goods it wants.

When Melalo was first sighted, we figured it a joke. When its presence was confirmed, we scrambled to track it down and find a way to kill it. Trying to understand the big bird was the least of our concerns, we just wanted it dead. Only after multiple failed attempts did we turn to study. This research was meant to figure out its weaponry, but it eventually revealed the creature's origin to us. So when we learned that Melalo was tied to the leviathan's rotting body, weeks had already passed. Precious time had flown by, allowing more creatures to be exposed to this alien substance. Not to mention that demolition of the body had already started, resulting in chunks of the beast being blown up. This sprayed meat and blood everywhere, and thus spreading this infectious material. It flowed into the sewers, it scattered across the hills and lots of it wound up getting dumped in the ocean. We now realized we were dealing with an incredibly dangerous substance, and we had already thrown it around like confetti. Melalo was the first to teach us that, but sadly more of their kind would arise before we learned this lesson.

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And just as we finish with the whales of Mermay, we now go directly into Kaijune! The monster parade never stops here, folks! So with that in mind, lets go with a concept I technically started three years ago (that long!? Cripes...) and where I already botched the order of things! Started at the sixth place out of nine! Genius move! To clear up what is going on here, we are doing kaiju based on the Children of Ana! For those who don't know, it is from Roma folklore and is about the severely messed up marriage of the King of the Loçolico and the Queen of the Keshalyi, Ana. Fair warning, this legend is pretty nasty and a whole lot of non consensual stuff occurs to create these horrid offspring. One such offspring was Bitoso, who I already did a kaiju on back in 2019! They were the sixth child, which means I really screwed up the order of all this. Regardless, we are just going to start at the beginning and soldier on. I am already going to say that I am not redrawing Bitoso again, because that was a pain to make! So just go check them out when we get to their spot. Also that entry is the one that introduces the whole concept behind these kaiju, so score another point for really messing up these postings.

But of course, we begin with the first child, Melalo! The inspiration behind this one is pretty darn obvious.

Description

No one really talks about what happens after the heroes save the day. When the big bad is defeated and the city is spared a horrible fate, everyone cheers and we roll the credits. We never dwell on how all these buildings get fixed, or how people even cope after such a near death experience. And they certainly don't explain what happens with the 100,000 ton monster corpse that is turning all the streets into crimson rivers. When that leviathan first emerged from the ocean, we knew we had one colossal problem. Its mere presence interfered with trade routes and fishing, and the waves generated from it just swimming were powerful enough to obliterate entire coastal towns. As fascinating as it was to see the giant monsters of the movies come to life, we all quickly realized that this coexistence thing wasn't going to work out. It certainly didn't have malice at the start, but that didn't help the fact that it frequently sank ships as it swam and that its brief excursions on land left villages and towns flattened. So we decided that the leviathan had to go, and that was what kicked off that legendary battle. The beast was headed right towards a major coastal city, so millions of lives were already at stake. The boats and submarines did everything they could to damage it, but the sheer size and blubber on the creature let it shrug off these barrages. It took everything we had, everything short of dropping an atomic bomb on it. After practically emptying the country's entire stock of bombs, missiles and shells, the leviathan finally collapsed onto the downtown area. This would be a day that would go down in history, when mankind stood up against an impossible foe and came out victorious. Once the confetti and parades ended though, we were still left with one massive carcass. It was certainly a nuisance, but it wasn't the worst thing. After all, the problem was solved and our worries were over. Oh, how wrong we were....

Though humans were not a fan of the decaying titan that spewed plumes of rotting gas and rivers of blood, the scavengers of the world were having a field day. To them, it was the closest thing to heaven. A corpse so large and corpulent, that there was more then enough to share. It was a feast that had no end, no matter how many sat at the table. It made clean up even worse, as every meat eater and carrion lover were now flooding the city streets, eager to take part in the festivities. It was an absolute nightmare to deal with, but someone had to do it. Homes and businesses were buried beneath this carcass, and its fluids were flooding countless of other livelihoods. There were hundreds of debates of what to do with this corpse, as obviously we couldn't just toss it in a truck and take it to the dump. Communities, panels and endless arguments went on as this leviathan rotted and festered, everyone pointing fingers at who is responsible and who should remove it. It was certainly a messy end to a triumphant moment, but eventually things would get smoothed out and the world would go back to normal. Little did we know that our troubles were far from over, and that they were only growing as we bickered over the bloated corpse.

When many of the scavengers started to act weird, we thought that the carcass had poisoned them. Obviously this titan was not a natural creation, so whatever radiation or mutagen that made it was now killing its diners. Hundreds of them eventually succumbed to whatever toxin was rooted in their guts, so now we had to worry about environmental poisoning. There wasn't enough time to get another committee together to discuss this development when the first sighting occurred. Happening miles away from the city, and at the height of all this kaiju madness, we all thought it a hoax. Perhaps the rotting gas was tainting the air with a hallucinogen or the noxious blood and leeched into someone's water supply. When it came crash landing onto a quaint little village in the countryside, we couldn't deny it any longer. There was another kaiju in our midst, but there was something quite different with this one. The leviathan was certainly not god's creation, but it had the look of something natural. It had animal qualities to it, and it at least looked healthy, before we shot it to pieces. It felt like it could have been a real living creature in some alien world, or in some alternate reality. What tumbled through the village and crushed dozens of people did not share that design. It was mangy and mutated looking, as if it was the victim of a hundred diseases. Its limbs were all wrong, and the fact that it had more than one head signified that this was an entirely different beast. At the time, we guessed it came from the same place as the leviathan, or maybe it was some country's escaped bioweapon. After there was enough time to study (and suffer) this beast's presence, we found out the horrifying truth. The creature we named "Melalo" was not from a lab or a different galaxy, but born from the very guts of the deceased leviathan.

Studies on collected samples of Melalo revealed that it was once a vulture. Two vultures, actually. The duo must have come to the carcass to feast, and had been affected by the nature of its flesh and blood. Unlike all the other scavengers, they did not die from this exposure. It somehow mutated them and caused the two to fuse together. Some suggest that perhaps these two vultures had fallen into the organic slurry, and that marinating in these alien fluids had caused this mutation. However it happened, we now had a two headed mutant bird that was as big as a battleship. We thought that the leviathan was bad, now there was a monstrosity that could fly. It wasn't the most graceful flight, but it was still a problem.

Efforts to contain and kill Melalo have failed, and the mutated beast continues to terrorize the country. Though its limbs are contorted and mangled, it can achieve actual flight and spread its maddening reign for hundreds of miles. The way it flies is quite awkward and comical, as its body does not have the perfect design that birds have. The wings flap wildly, the heads flail around like malfunctioning puppets and its landings would be considered failures each time. It practically crashes each time it tries to reunite with the earth, and even the more controlled landings still have it barreling a couple miles before it comes to a stop. This already causes a whole lot of damage, as Melalo tends to show up near civilization. Can't even imagine what it would be like to have your life cut short by a bumbling buzzard that failed flight school. Though the terrible landings make it seem oafish, Melalo is an absolute menace. They attack aircraft in flight, target towns and farms for some semblance of food and erratically spread this terror across the map. Even when not directly assaulting a village, their mere presence is a nightmare. Their filthy feathers are absolutely rank, the odor spreading for miles around. This wretched blight clings to the bird's dander, which is ejected in clouds every time Melalo beats their wings. These plumes of noxious dust absolutely wrecks the lungs once someone breathes it in, leading to outbreaks of some kind of mutated pneumonia. These virulent clouds are sprayed onto the landscape it flies over, and swallow towns that Melalo tumbles into. All while that is happening, that maddening sound can be heard. For some reason, Melalo never seems to shut up, with one or both of the heads constantly emitting a horrible noise. Their babble is at an almost inaudible frequency, but it creates a sensation that cannot be ignored. A droning sound that grinds against your ears and brain, one that is impossible to escape. Any attempts to dampen it fail, and it goes on day and night as long as Melalo is in the area. Their size and powerful lungs allow this sound to be heard for miles, afflicting hundreds with this endless madness. There have been some reports that people have gone crazy hearing this noise, its ceaseless drone driving them to violent fits. It hasn't been confirmed yet, but it is obvious that Melalo's presence tortures everyone around it. The only relief is when the massive bird decides to fly somewhere else, making it someone else's problem.

There have been many attempts to shoot down this bird and kill it like we did the leviathan. Unfortunately, Melalo is much faster and smarter than that bumbling titan. We had the luxury of the fact that the whale beast was so huge that it couldn't dodge an attack of properly retaliate. Melalo, however, can. Its awkward flight can somehow allow it to avoid some shots, veering at odd angles that most planes cannot achieve. Its feathers seem to absorb most the damage, exploding into virulent puffs with each impact. These dusty clouds screw up line of sight and can also mess up engines. Even if the pilots can avoid this smokescreen, Melalo can intentionally push it around with its wings, or unleash a gust of wind that can blow aircraft out of the sky. If that isn't enough, than that horrible sound is up next. When both heads stop squabbling with each other and put their voices to work, they create a blast of sound that can shatter glass and destroy eardrums. The horrid scream is so potent, that it causes absolute agony in everyone that hears it. Even with helmets and sound dampening, pilots are practically knocked unconscious by this torturous noise, causing them to lose control of their plane or give Melalo time to finish them off. Efforts on the ground to shoot them down face the same problems, as Melalo coats the battlefield with choking clouds of dander. Talons and beak then tear through the tanks and soldiers, while unleashing screams that can blow heads off at close range. With the amount of causalities and damage that occur with each attempt, all efforts have been temporarily suspended. A better plan needs to be put into place, as obviously the current route isn't working. Right now Melalo is under observation, with the hopes that study of its movements and lifestyle will hint at a weakness. Currently, it is believed that the bird is trying to find a place to nest, judging by the locations it visits. A plan could be to wait for it to roost and lower its guard, enough for a deadly sneak attack. Unfortunately, its attempts to gather nest material show that this process is going to be a destructive one. Melalo has a fondness for certain materials, and cities seem to have the goods it wants.

When Melalo was first sighted, we figured it a joke. When its presence was confirmed, we scrambled to track it down and find a way to kill it. Trying to understand the big bird was the least of our concerns, we just wanted it dead. Only after multiple failed attempts did we turn to study. This research was meant to figure out its weaponry, but it eventually revealed the creature's origin to us. So when we learned that Melalo was tied to the leviathan's rotting body, weeks had already passed. Precious time had flown by, allowing more creatures to be exposed to this alien substance. Not to mention that demolition of the body had already started, resulting in chunks of the beast being blown up. This sprayed meat and blood everywhere, and thus spreading this infectious material. It flowed into the sewers, it scattered across the hills and lots of it wound up getting dumped in the ocean. We now realized we were dealing with an incredibly dangerous substance, and we had already thrown it around like confetti. Melalo was the first to teach us that, but sadly more of their kind would arise before we learned this lesson.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

And just as we finish with the whales of Mermay, we now go directly into Kaijune! The monster parade never stops here, folks! So with that in mind, lets go with a concept I technically started three years ago (that long!? Cripes...) and where I already botched the order of things! Started at the sixth place out of nine! Genius move! To clear up what is going on here, we are doing kaiju based on the Children of Ana! For those who don't know, it is from Roma folklore and is about the severely messed up marriage of the King of the Loçolico and the Queen of the Keshalyi, Ana. Fair warning, this legend is pretty nasty and a whole lot of non consensual stuff occurs to create these horrid offspring. One such offspring was Bitoso, who I already did a kaiju on back in 2019! They were the sixth child, which means I really screwed up the order of all this. Regardless, we are just going to start at the beginning and soldier on. I am already going to say that I am not redrawing Bitoso again, because that was a pain to make! So just go check them out when we get to their spot. Also that entry is the one that introduces the whole concept behind these kaiju, so score another point for really messing up these postings.

But of course, we begin with the first child, Melalo! The inspiration behind this one is pretty darn obvious.