Colossus By Design: Season 2 - Log 124

[Unknown Date]
[Capital of Atlantis]
[Atlantis Ruins]

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The capital of Atlantis. Or, rather, the former capital city. What remains is but a desolate shell of its former self; nearly all of the buildings are crushed and burnt to the ground. In the aftermath of the unleashing of Irys and the Gyaos on the Earth, Atlantis's stronghold and centrepiece fell first. Most of the city's inhabitants were lost in the destruction, fled to underground bunkers, or were consumed by the monsters.

The only people seemingly leftover from this once great civilization are a small group of Atlantean explorers whom have managed to avoid the disaster altogether: Zeus, his family, and his personal contingent of scientists and soldiers.

As they walk through the empty streets, the group takes everything in around them; they're unable to truly process the level of chaos and destruction that has taken hold of the former crown jewel of the planet.


(Zeus): By the stars...... is it truly this bad?

(Heracles): Father, I hear something!

(Zeus): What is it?


The group stops in the middle of the road, as silent as a mouse. At first, the sound that Heracles hears is distant and indescribable. However, as the seconds pass, it becomes clearer and more pronounced. It is now quite obviously the voice of a man, along with the shuffling of many feet. As the group turns to face the direction of the sound, the soldiers aim their weapons.

Zeus puts his hands out, prompting the military personnel to lower their armaments. With the passing of the clouds and the rising of the sun, the origin of the voices is now made clear: survivors!

Survivors, even in this apocalypse! A small but still sizable crowd of Atlanteans, lead by Hermes, rushes up to Zeus's own group. Many of the surviving Atlanteans recognize each and greet each other with tearful welcomes and embraces. Hermes himself runs up to meet the former leader of the empire of Atlantis.

He seems to be in shock to an extent, not quite believing his own eyes. However, this doesn't stop him and Zeus from embracing and laughing merrily upon reuniting.


(Zeus): Hermes, my good man! I'm so glad to see you alive!

(Hermes): The feeling is mutual, your Highness.

(Zeus): No need to be so formal. We are all brothers and sisters of Atlantis lost. Speaking of which, where is Hephaestus?


At the utterance of his name, Hermes and a few others from the Atlantean survivor group lose their cheerful demeanor; they're overtaken by showings of grief and sorrow. Zeus realizes what this entails and puts his hand on his associate's shoulder to comfort him.


(Zeus): Was he taken by the Gyaos?

(Hermes): No, Zeus. We.... we managed to create a saviour. A physical manifestation of our god, Gamera.

(Zeus): Yes, I heard about that revelation from the natives.

(Hermes): Well, Hephaestus sacrificed himself to give the creature a soul.

(Zeus): I see. I never should have taken advantage of him.

(Hermes): So you've returned. What happens now?

(Zeus): Now? Now we reintegrate with the rest of the world.


The others all turn their attention to the former Atlantean ruler, whom has now climbed up on top of a toppled building pillar, just like in the old days when he would ascend to a podium to broadcast his voice to his empire.


(Zeus): For too long, Atlanteans have taken the Earth for granted! For too long, we've squandered our own potential for good on our own greed! Now is the time to end that! Now, we have been humbled by disaster, given a second chance at redemption by the gods! Today, we will rejoin the rest of the planet, and claw our way up the way nature intended!


The remaining Atlanteans begin to cheer loudly, chanting their leader's name in rapid succession. As their chanting grows louder, disturbances can be felt from the distance; Heracles is the only one who seems to notice. The son of Zeus breaks off from the chanting and his father's grandiose speeches and looks toward the rising sun.

He can faintly make out an object approaching from the sun's direction, though the bright glare makes it difficult to identify exactly what it is. As it approaches, it grows larger and and more clear.


(Heracles): HEY! EVERYONE!


The group turns around upon hearing the young man's shouting; his own father jumps off the stone pillar to find out what his son is going on about this time around.


(Zeus): Heracles, what is it?


The son of Zeus can only point off into the distance; his father is now looking in the same direction. The old man's eyes widen as he starts to make sense of what he's looking. The other survivors, in turn, now stand in awe before falling to their hands and knees and bowing profusely. But what object in the sky could get the Atlanteans into a religious frenzy?

The newly identified flying object is none other than the fruit of the post-apocalyptic Atlanteans' labour: Gamera.