#alan jonah

[greatrunner]

"[...]Something that is vital to note is this; despite the fact that many of the assumptions of the ‘humans are the real virus’ rhetoric are shared with eco-fascists, not everyone who has spread it or internalised it is necessarily a fascist. Reality is sometimes difficult to parse, especially when so much is happening with such frequency. The difficulty is compounded by modern media, which bombards everybody with a deluge of barely intelligible nonsense composed of equal parts guesswork, blatant lies, misrepresentations, and government stenography. The baseline intuitiveness of the eco-fascist assumptions at work are easy to understand. For an individual lacking a systematic critique but searching for answers, it can be easy to adopt elements of this thought – this means that even people who would ostensibly baulk at the idea of outright genocide being discussed openly, such as liberals or social democrats, are able to buy into and spread the auto-virality meme without ever truly realising the dangerousness that underwrites the entire concept. So what’s the trick? How can this horrible concept become so natural that even relatively pleasant individuals can spread it and accept the logic at its base?"

Eco-fascism: The Rhetoric of the Virus - Jay Fraser

[lionpatriot13]

Alan Jonah: We have your kids

Kong: Don't kill them

Alan Jonah: Now you acknowledge what we—

Godzilla: He wasn't talking to you

Madison Russell: *pumps shotgun*

Jia: *pulls out a battle axe*

[siren-darkocean]

Artificial Titan Moments

Barb: And what does the child want?

Rue: I WANNA KILL THAT BITCH!

Jonah: *the bitch in question*

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Godzilla & Rodan: *talking to each other*

Rue: *urge to nom*

Rue: *chomp*

Godzilla: *pauses as he slowly lifts his tail up to look at Rue biting on the tip of it*

Rue: ....

Godzilla: ....

Rue: *muffled* Haaaaaiiii!

Godzilla: ... Hi?

Rodan: *trying not to laugh to save his damn life*

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Rue: PRIVILEGES ARE REVOKED!

Josh: You can't revoke my privileges!

Rue: Your... Privileges are RECENDID!

Josh: .... *Takes his phone out and activates his Siri* Define "recinded".

Madison: *signing for Jia as the two are laughing*

Josh: *reads the definition* THEIR NOT YOURS TO RECIND!

Rue: REEEEEEE-

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Mothra: Give me a roar!

Rue: *monotone* Rawr.

Godzilla: Not that type of roar! Give us a battle roar! Like Jonah is front of you ready to fight?

Mothra: GOJI-

Rue: *absolute war vet roar which is her usual Ghidorah screech paired with Godzilla's trumpet roar and Mothra's sharp thrill*

Godzilla: YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

Mothra: *rolls her eyes* By Hollow Earth.

[spectralpixelsredone]

Both of these guys are quite similar lol...

[dailypoetic]

The ice cracked, a sound like thunder deep,

A groan from slumber, secrets long to keep.

My breath caught sharp, a tremor in my hand,

As ancient evil stirred across the land.

For years I sought, a whisper and a dream,

Of power sleeping, a destructive gleam.

The Titans called, a symphony of might,

And Ghidorah's song consumed me in the night.

They called me mad, a fool to chase the past,

A broken man, a future fading fast.

But they were blind, unable to perceive,

The titan's greatness, the power I'd believe.

Then came the day, the Antarctic's frozen tomb,

Where the golden terror waited in the gloom.

The drill bit screamed, a pierce into the white,

Unleashing chaos, bathing all in light.

Three heads arose, a nightmare taking form,

Their scales like lightning, weathering the storm.

A primal roar, a challenge to the sky,

And in that moment, I knew I couldn't die.

Because, you see, it wasn't just release,

It wasn't just obedience, finding peace.

More than a weapon, more than just a king,

Ghidorah's presence, something took wing.

Within my soul, a resonance profound,

A merging presence, on sacred ground.

His thoughts, his rage, a tempest in my head,

His power flowing, from the living dead.

I felt his hunger, cosmic and immense,

The need to conquer, utter violence.

To tear down cities, burn the world to ash,

And reshape order in a fiery crash.

The soldiers scattered, fear etched on their face,

They saw the monster rising in this place.

But I just laughed, a hollow, broken sound,

For in that titan, freedom could be found.

The freedom from the weakness of mankind,

The suffocating rules that bind and blind.

The petty wars, the greed, the endless lies,

All to be shattered beneath Ghidorah's eyes.

He was the storm, the cleansing, righteous fire,

The end of weakness, the fulfillment of desire.

And I, his vessel, chosen and reborn,

To guide his reign, until the bitter morn.

Though many screamed, and many tried to fight,

They couldn't grasp the truth within the light.

That Ghidorah wasn't just a beast to fear,

But judgment waiting, drawing ever near.

So let them tremble, let them kneel and pray,

For the old world crumbles with each passing day.

The age of Titans dawns, the reign of gold,

And I, Alan Jonah, a story to be told.

Bound to the monster, forever and a day,

A symphony of chaos, leading the way.

The world will burn, the earth will crack and break,

And in the ashes, a new world we will make.

[gorillageek27]

Alan Jonah's henchmen sneaks in to Rodan's territory to kill his mate and his family...

Man #1: Shh! Nobody move!

Them all: *stops moving*

Man #1: *slowly looks above*

Rodan: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DEJLZquyXYs/?igsh=aDdqcGtvbWVud2I4

Rodan:

Man: you think he sees us?

Rodan:

[dasavvyexpert]

Hey, guys. Hear me out: What if he’s GhidorahStan64

[acelestialcraze]

congrats for the 800 hits on Ghidorah’s voice it’s one of the greatest stories ever made

I have a pretty cool dialogue challenge commission for you if you have the time it’s for Rodan spinoff pitch idea so here it goes

Idris Elba’s character and Harrison/Hayworth arrive in a van at some deserted area to meet with Alan Jonah for a delivery Harrison tells Idris Elba character to fetch the package

idris’s curiosity soon turns the horror when the back of the van reveals Madison Russell tied up in the back a group of hyena soldiers stormed the van aggressively carrying Madison out with Alan congratulating them on a successful job

Alan smugly begins to ask how her mother is doing going knowing full well that Emma’s death still haunts Madison till this day

she is soon taken away and Alan pays them the money he promised on the way back home idris questions Harrison on why he didn’t tell they were trafficking human being but Harrison tell Idris that there are bigger force to play then he realizes

That answer leaves Idris question on WTF he just get himself into

thank you soo much! you’ve been here since the very night i published it and im so glad u like it !! thanks for coming to me for dialogue challenges theyre always sm fun and im glad theres still ppl who come to authors for dialogue examples instead of chatgpt ! here we go !

A dusty van pulls up to the edge of a desolate, wind-beaten parking lot. The sky is an overcast sickly gray, paired alongside thick air with the miasma of gasoline and salt from the nearby bay.. The smell of gasoline was the only sign of civilization, giving Madison the false hope of a nearby gas station. Unfortunately for her, they showed no sign of stopping as the headlights carved a jagged path through the dark, illuminating a rusted cargo where Alan Jonah and his men— the Hyenas, as they dubbed themselves, waited in patient silence. Eventually, the van’s engine sputtered, then died on them. From the driver’s side, Hayworth, a stray the now deceased Walter Simmons found at a bidding auction and was right to keep close, stepped out. He was unusually composed, hands in his pockets, illuminating the aura of a man who had done this a thousand times before.

Following Hayworth’s exit, the passenger door swung open seconds later. Idris Eiba’s character— (I’m gonna call him Victor for rn) moved in a slower, more cautious manner, eyes darting toward the armed men and back to Hayworth to determine if the conman had anything up his sleeves. A sharp exhale exited his hesitant lips, unable to place his finger on why this suddenly felt so wrong when he was previously on board.

“Gentlemen,” A British accent— Alan Jonah, former British colonel, eco-terrorist, the man responsible for releasing one of Satan’s greatest soldiers or Satan himself, it didn’t matter, it caused the most deaths since WW2.. “Right on time.” Jonah added, his presence being the pinpoint to why Vic felt such uneasiness. “We don’t make a habit of disappointing our clients.” Hayworth replied breezily without missing a beat, despite how often someone like Hayworth would have to lie, Vic knew he was telling the truth with how quickly Sarah Heyes vanished into thin air the moment she stuck her nose into something she shouldn’t have. Jonah, ever the cold-blooded killer, didn’t do so much as chuckle, simply nodding and gesturing toward the van with a notable disinterest in any form of conversation. “Then let’s see if you’ve earned your keep, shall we?” Jonah mused, Hayworth didn’t hesitate at this, giving Victor a nod toward the back of the van. “Go on, fetch the package.” Hayworth dictated.

Victor felt a rare wave of hesitation, something in Hayworth’s tone made his gut twist, but at the end of the day, Victor valued his brains and didn’t want to have them blown out for disobeying an order. He stepped toward the back, opening the door—

And an extremely unwelcome feeling dropped to his stomach as Vic laid eyes upon a tied up, gagged, hell, barely even conscious Madison Russell, staring back at him, complete with dried blood on her temple and wrists raw from the rope bindings. “What the fuck?—” Victor barely managed to stammer, whirling around to look at a very unapologetic and almost smug Hayworth. “You didn’t say anything about trafficking people.” Victor pointed out, however, Hayworth didn’t do so much as flinch. “It wasn’t your business to know.” He simply put, stepping back to allow the Hyena personnel to swarm the van, rough and uncareful hands dragging Madison out. To her credit, the girl thrashed and protested the most her near-unconscious body allowed her to do so, a muffled scream escaping the gag.

Despite Jonah being all about the idea of humans being the real monsters, he seemed to prove himself to be a prime example of such when he watched with a sick pleasure. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s just business.” He snarked in a tone that bordered on condescending as he came to a pause, a smirk tugging at his face, wrinkled both age. “How’s your mother these days? I haven’t heard from her ever since she outlived her usefulness.” Jonah added in a snark, Madison stopped her thrashing to freeze, all while a cruel grin split Jonah’s face in two. “Oh, how could I forget.. Must be my age catching up to me, she’s dead, isn’t she? Sacrificed herself for the greater good, just like a true hero.” Jonah’s smile faded as beat of silence washed over the group. “Let’s hope you’re as useful as she was, you worked well as a bargaining chip amidst the Mass Awakening, i’m certain you’ll do famously.” Jonah elaborated.

Due to being well— tied up and gagged, the only thing Madison could do in protest was glare at Jonah as her eyes burned with fury, but she (wisely) said nothing as the soldiers hauled her away, shoving her from one vehicle to the next. Afterwards, Jonah turned back to meet Hayworth’s gaze, tossing a thick envelope to his chest. “Here’s a fun fact, this is just a fraction of the fortune your old boss gave me for Monster Zeroes remains, funny how it comes full circle..” Jonah trailed off, his gaze settling on Victor in a glare that was almost enough for him to dash away from the scene. “You should teach your boy here to ask fewer questions.” Jonah pointed out, Hayworth didn’t reply, opting to snatch the envelope with an unreadable gaze.

The pair watched as Jonah and his mercenaries drove off, leaving nothing but tire tracks and a bad omen behind in the dust. Victor, fuming, turned to glare at Hayworth. “You knew.” He spat, less of an accusation and more of a statement. “I knew.” Hayworth replied in a deadpan, “And you didn’t tell me we were handing over a damn kid?” Victor shot back, Hayworth let out a rare chuckle and shook his head in amusement. “You’re so naive..” He paused, eyes weighing Vic from head-to-toe, “Victor, listen to me. You think this is bad? This is just the surface.” Hayworth explained, his tone losing its brief humor. Victor clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring. “Then tell me what the hell’s really going on.” He demanded, “Bigger forces at play than you realize.” Hayworth simply put, after that, there was silence, the weight of it settling between them like a storm waiting to break— or maybe the quiet before the storm, regardless, the van’s engine growled to life again, leaving Victor clouded with the lingering wonders of what the hell he just dove into.