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Attack of the Ninja BunniesThe world was now at the mercy of the notorious ninja bunnies. What had started innocently enough as a series of experiments in genetic mutation and Japanese pop culture was fast becoming a danger that threatened to take down modern society. I, for one, am thrilled.
I mean, really, does anybody actually like modern society? It's just one big rat race with a side of popularity contest and a generous dash of pollution for good measure. I say, welcome, ninja bunny apocalypse. Still... Still, it is always wise to have a back up plan.
That is why we at Kaiju Tech Labs designed the ultimate battle machine in ninja bunny warfare. Let's see those cotton-tailed, carrot munching, shuriken throwing little buggers hop within a mile of this city. They've got no chance so long as we have Super Ultra Hyper Mega Tech Giant Flying Octopus (TM) on our side. Boo yeah!
But, alas and alack, Super Ultra Hyper
Horoscopes for KaijuAries
Today brings you good fortune in the form of a large squirming offering. Your chemistry with the frenzied sacrifice may fall flat, but rest assured, she will be a tasty snack. Your lucky symbol for the day is the flaming octogon.
You will soon meet a mysterious stranger bearing gifts and a harpoon. Accept the gifts. Leave the harpoon.
Today brings you conflict, although nothing for you to ruffle your massive feathers over. A tentacled competitor may attempt to infringe on your turf. Be prepared to defend it.
Spitting sulphuric acid may be fun, but its effects can cause long-term damage to your health. Remember, Cancer Kaiju, everything in moderation. Your lucky symbol for the day is a banner of random japanese katakana.
The humans in your near future have been preparing for your arrival by treating their skin with chemicals that could be toxic to you.
Fella's HalloweenAnother Halloween night. The child-sized, pointy-eared creature gave himself one last once-over in the mirror before heading out the door. There hadn't been much for him to do, costume-wise. Given his everyday appearance, Fella didn't think he needed a costume at all. His sole concessions to the holiday were a pair of glittery antennae and a ray gun.
That'll do, he thought to himself. He picked up the most important part of his ensemble for the night - a massive Trick-or-Treat bag - and marched out the door.
It was a cold, crisp evening, filled with the delighted screams of children and the scent of singed pumpkin flesh. Fella eagerly hurried along to the nearest decorated house.
The door opened, sans a mood-setting creeeaaak. A middle-aged woman answered the door with a sweet smile on her face, but her smile quickly faded when she laid eyes on Fella.
"Aren't you a l
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