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Read The Bridge
It took Megalon about a minute and two picked up shiny coins to reach Gigan. When he did, the younger cyborg found his sibling rolling across the empty park’s ground with a woman. A women who’s hair appeared to be bear hugging him quite literally as much as her own arms were. She seemed busy planting lipstick-covered kisses across his cheek, while he was busy trying to get his arm free. To Gigan’s alternating disgust and delight, both succeeded. Machinery inside the prosthetic limb revved up and a foot long blade popped out from his forearm just above the top of the wrist. Robotic eyes gleaming, Gigan swung his scythe right at Mane-iac’s neck and got ready for blood.
He only felt the blade bounce off something without a trickle of warm liquid. His brow raised. True, he couldn’t see her neck due to the angle of her head in relation to his point of view, but he was sure he’d hit it. He tried again to the same result. Switching plans and growing desperate as a line of lip locks to his cheek began to reach his mouth, he swung his arm hard as he could in a slashing motion across the side of her stomach. But instead of flying intestines and a kidney, the Nebulan alloy that could slash a skyscraper in two barely cut the seams of her costume. He quickly tried again whilst still attempting to wrestle the whacko off him. But all his efforts just bounced off without so much as an acknowledgement by Mane-iac. In a crowning moment of desperation he pointed the tip directly at her side, angled up to impale her heart, lungs, and stomach and swung with all his mechanical and biological might.
The blade broke off and went flying off into parts unknown.
A marvel of Nebulan and Xilien co-ventures into engineering with metallurgy and alloy experimentation snapped in two like a wooden toothpick. It didn’t slice Mane-iac’s internals to pieces. It didn’t spill her blood all across the pavement. It only seemed to tickle. The villainess giggled like a hyena, running a hand along Gigan’s flabbergasted cheek.
“Awwwww still trying to kill me deary? You’re so thoughtful, but we can’t do it here with the rating you know%”
Gigan’s attention was pried away from the shattered remnants of his short sword as Mane-iac pointed up at the sky. What he saw gave he nor Megalon anymore clarity as to what was going on.
Hovering about fifteen feet above them was a giant, two dimensional black and white box with a large ‘A’ written in it. Gigan was slacked jawed as Megalon approached, rubbing his chin.
“What…. is…. THAT?!”
“A rating, part of a popular rating system in the United States and Canada. This one means the content in the comic book is appropriate for All Ages.”
“Megalon, what the Daiei are you saying?!”
“Means the comic is alright for younger children and has no blood, gore, extreme violence, or sexual themes; or they are extremely censored.”
Gigan’s world was beginning to spiral more than when he found out the crazed witch on top of him could break physics.
“Wait a cycle… are you saying this realm is a-a BOOK of some sort?!”
Megalon shrugged, merely pointing to the big logo and doing absolutely nothing to help his sibling out of his predicament.
“Well, you explain the floaty logo thingy!”
The older cyborg brother was about to snap. If he still could, he’d probably be shooting optic blasts every single direction right about now. Mane-iac looked him in the eye, wiggling her eyebrows as she smirked. Her voice was quiet and sly.
“I can see if I can find us a spot to fix that last censor%”
And with that Gigan was about 50% done with this situation, 25% willing to murder; and 25% panicking to the likes of which he never had before. Mane-iac’s smiling face drawing closer made that last 25% begin to skyrocket.
“GRAK! Never mind the d*** rating! Get this insane psycho off of me!”
Mane-iac never could read an insult very well. She took it as a declaration of adoration. The pounding in her chest exceeded a bass drum.
“Awwwwwwwwwwww! You give me the sweetest nicknames my love!~”
Gigan’s eyes were glowing like the flames of hell.
“THAT WASN’T A COMPLIMENT YOU B- MHMHMHPHHH!”
He was cut off with his airflow. Gigan’s body was smothered by mane and his mouth by lips. Mane-iac’s face had turned cherry red as she gave her first big crush a smooch, her world turning to scented shampoos and flowers. Gigan was going into systems overload, desperately ripping out the knife strapped to his belt and stabbing the woman in the back to about as much success as he previous had. She was blushing and cooing, he was beginning to short circuit. After several seconds of a literal spark-flying kiss, Megalon beamed happily and held his hands together.
“Awwwwww! Big brother you didn’t tell me you had a wrestling buddy!”
It took Megalon about a minute and two picked up shiny coins to reach Gigan. When he did, the younger cyborg found his sibling rolling across the empty park’s ground with a woman. A women who’s hair appeared to be bear hugging him quite literally as much as her own arms were. She seemed busy planting lipstick-covered kisses across his cheek, while he was busy trying to get his arm free. To Gigan’s alternating disgust and delight, both succeeded. Machinery inside the prosthetic limb revved up and a foot long blade popped out from his forearm just above the top of the wrist. Robotic eyes gleaming, Gigan swung his scythe right at Mane-iac’s neck and got ready for blood.
He only felt the blade bounce off something without a trickle of warm liquid. His brow raised. True, he couldn’t see her neck due to the angle of her head in relation to his point of view, but he was sure he’d hit it. He tried again to the same result. Switching plans and growing desperate as a line of lip locks to his cheek began to reach his mouth, he swung his arm hard as he could in a slashing motion across the side of her stomach. But instead of flying intestines and a kidney, the Nebulan alloy that could slash a skyscraper in two barely cut the seams of her costume. He quickly tried again whilst still attempting to wrestle the whacko off him. But all his efforts just bounced off without so much as an acknowledgement by Mane-iac. In a crowning moment of desperation he pointed the tip directly at her side, angled up to impale her heart, lungs, and stomach and swung with all his mechanical and biological might.
The blade broke off and went flying off into parts unknown.
A marvel of Nebulan and Xilien co-ventures into engineering with metallurgy and alloy experimentation snapped in two like a wooden toothpick. It didn’t slice Mane-iac’s internals to pieces. It didn’t spill her blood all across the pavement. It only seemed to tickle. The villainess giggled like a hyena, running a hand along Gigan’s flabbergasted cheek.
“Awwwww still trying to kill me deary? You’re so thoughtful, but we can’t do it here with the rating you know%”
Gigan’s attention was pried away from the shattered remnants of his short sword as Mane-iac pointed up at the sky. What he saw gave he nor Megalon anymore clarity as to what was going on.
Hovering about fifteen feet above them was a giant, two dimensional black and white box with a large ‘A’ written in it. Gigan was slacked jawed as Megalon approached, rubbing his chin.
“What…. is…. THAT?!”
“A rating, part of a popular rating system in the United States and Canada. This one means the content in the comic book is appropriate for All Ages.”
“Megalon, what the Daiei are you saying?!”
“Means the comic is alright for younger children and has no blood, gore, extreme violence, or sexual themes; or they are extremely censored.”
Gigan’s world was beginning to spiral more than when he found out the crazed witch on top of him could break physics.
“Wait a cycle… are you saying this realm is a-a BOOK of some sort?!”
Megalon shrugged, merely pointing to the big logo and doing absolutely nothing to help his sibling out of his predicament.
“Well, you explain the floaty logo thingy!”
The older cyborg brother was about to snap. If he still could, he’d probably be shooting optic blasts every single direction right about now. Mane-iac looked him in the eye, wiggling her eyebrows as she smirked. Her voice was quiet and sly.
“I can see if I can find us a spot to fix that last censor%”
And with that Gigan was about 50% done with this situation, 25% willing to murder; and 25% panicking to the likes of which he never had before. Mane-iac’s smiling face drawing closer made that last 25% begin to skyrocket.
“GRAK! Never mind the d*** rating! Get this insane psycho off of me!”
Mane-iac never could read an insult very well. She took it as a declaration of adoration. The pounding in her chest exceeded a bass drum.
“Awwwwwwwwwwww! You give me the sweetest nicknames my love!~”
Gigan’s eyes were glowing like the flames of hell.
“THAT WASN’T A COMPLIMENT YOU B- MHMHMHPHHH!”
He was cut off with his airflow. Gigan’s body was smothered by mane and his mouth by lips. Mane-iac’s face had turned cherry red as she gave her first big crush a smooch, her world turning to scented shampoos and flowers. Gigan was going into systems overload, desperately ripping out the knife strapped to his belt and stabbing the woman in the back to about as much success as he previous had. She was blushing and cooing, he was beginning to short circuit. After several seconds of a literal spark-flying kiss, Megalon beamed happily and held his hands together.
“Awwwwww! Big brother you didn’t tell me you had a wrestling buddy!”
Actually, he’s Gigan. Here, he’s been transfigured into a human form due to the dimension he’s in.
What? You don’t know who Gigan is? He’s a character from the Godzilla series. This guy: