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Chapter III: Secrets of Odo Island By Gwynplaine de Orme We were not prepared for everything Odo Island was to show us. The island lent itself to the image of an idyllic tropical paradise complete with small but energetic fishing villages, vibrant, sweet-smelling flowers, a plethora of colorful animals -- the whole package. The weirdest thing, however were the islanders themselves. All of them, including the women, were six-foot or more. It was indescribably strange to see people who are largely of Japanese descent be not just taller than the home-islanders but taller than most Americans and Europeans. At six-three, I was used to being the

Waking the Dragon; Chapter II: Behemoth The Dragon of Tokyo, Dawn of the Monster Age (Gwynplaine de Orme) I do not recall, precisely why I was in Osaka that day, but I remember hearing the sirens. I remember the utter dread that gripped me. I helped design these sirens. They were an imitation, of sorts, of Wani’s own blood-curdling shriek and roar. They did the job: they terrified everyone and everything that heard it. With Wani trapped in her ice prison, the world sighed a relief. So why was the siren blaring? Because in the tail end of 1958 or the earliest parts of 1959, we received another shock: another beast had reared its ugly

Inside the comfort of her own home, Leanne, a striking blonde with tanned skin and hazel eyes, picked up a thick, white trashbag right out of the can. Just before she set it down, she shook her head, already silently responding to the stench of trash. She knew that keeping her little home clean was important, but she despised doing so after a gathering. Specifically, a gathering like the night prior. With most of her friends, some of which idolized her in her school days, flocking over to her like moth to a flame, it seemed like many were willing to make the pilgrimage just to see her. Her perfectly proportioned hourglass figure saw her thro