grodzilla

Grodzilla sat on his throne. It was made out of wood with bits of bread crusts stuck on with sacred glue for glory. His servants were bowing down at him. It was Grodzillas day of pride. His Birthday!!! the word ‘birthday’ made him shake with pride. His servants blindfolded him with a sacred moldy sock. He trembled as his birthday present was put in front of him. They took off his sacred sock and put it in the crucial half eaten by catapillars shoe box. It was decorated with a crucial marker for Grodzillas last birthday present. He looked at it and nearly fainted as he saw his present. It was a whole bottle top full of jam!!!!! 

Are you wondering why everything is sacred and why Grodzilla trembles at everything that is put in front of him? well, where grodzilla and his servants live no factories or cars live there. There world is a large astroid that is close to earth. They live on the tiny sums of bread crusts and jam and glue that the earth people allow. Grodzilla shared out his bottle top of sacred jam between the Grodzilla people. He went to bed on his sacred lump of hay with a unbelievably sacred shoe for a pillow. my, you are a lucky Grodzilla! all these sacred jam bottle tops, and a extra sacred shoe, what more could I ask for? well, quite a lot really....  thought Grodzilla to himself. That night he made a decision. He was going to show himself up to the nasty earth people and demand food, water, jam, cars, and a lot more. He woke up in the morning and made a announcement. ‘ Hello sacred people of Grodzilla!’ He shouted boldly. ‘Hello master!’ they shouted back. ‘What is your announcement sir? Are we going to enjoy the other half of our whole bottle top full of earth people jam?’ ‘No no, not that! I have decided to get revenge on the earth people and order cars, food, clothes, pegs and more!’ a horrified gasp came from the crowd. ‘What is a earf people?’ asked a small grodzilla child. ‘Please don’t tell him sir.’ pleaded the child’s mother. ‘Something that will give you horrific nightmares.’ replied grodzilla to the child. ‘You can’t POSSIBLY do that sir!’ said one of his servants. ‘There’s seven forests blocking the porthole to earth! And even if you survive the creatures that lurk the forests, the porthole is guarded by thousands of deadly serpents, and the king of shadows, Nercules. A shudder ran through the crowd as the word Nercules was spoken. We will leave due nine o’clock tomorrow morning. The crowd cheered as  Grodzilla and his team entered one, of seven thick layers of forest. Grodzilla was riding a sacred tricycle. It was dark and creepy. A trapdoor opened and a shrieking Grodzilla person was pulled inside. They ran away quickly. Suddenly a carving knife, a tin army hat  a gun, and a battle axe popped out of the trapdoor. They picked it up in amazement. Now they had some weapons. Grodzilla put the tin army hat on his head.  a serpent was hissing at them. They slowly crept towards it. ‘Get your knives and guns and axes ready.’ whispered Grodzilla. ‘This ones a baby. Three, two, one, attack!’ They shot and cut and sliced and chopped of heads, and soon the mighty beast was dead. ‘Whoa, this one really is a baby! Think of the feast we could make out of this one!’ said Grodzilla happily. The trained builders made a cabin that moved out of the many trees that occupied the forest. They used the tricycle wheels so that the house could move wherever they took it. They had a fine feast out of the serpent. The next day the people were fiercely attacked by a three-headed lion. They were finishing off the serpents remains when A three headed lion pounced on Grodzilla. He was helpless and he couldn’t do anything to save himself. They threw the axe at the lion. They cut and sliced the big beast. But It moved on. the now unconscious Grodzilla in its mighty jaws. Then suddenly a blast of blinding light came and Grodzilla was upright and the beast was dead. ‘Who did that?’ asked a commander feircely. A young boy stepped out. ‘It was me who did it sir.’ he said. ‘How? And what is your name? barked the commander. ‘I was angry about that lion and then I felt powerful surge and Grodzilla was up! My name is cherex’ ‘Good news. We will use it.’ he said. The next day, they were into the second forest, the palamadar forest. ‘two down, five to go!’ said grodzilla confidently. but then a group of seventeen devils lurked towards them. ‘You are foolish young fatboy. Master nurcules knows of your fruitless voyage to Earth. Stop now, or we shall ruthlessly sink our fangs into you starting now.’ A man yelled in agony as a devil maliciously sank its 13 inch fangs into him. Cherex looked the devil in the eye. ‘Stop it.’ He hissed. ‘yeah. if you don’t listen to him you’ll all be dead.’ said grodzilla. A flash of blinding light and the devils where lying on the floor and they were hurt badly. ‘Please.’ a devil rasped. ‘we can help you if you do us no more harm.’ ‘OK.’ said grodzilla. So off they went, The devils using the force of Nercules to ward the creatures off. Soon they were next to the forest that contained Nercules and the 5 thousand deadly serpents. ‘shhh.’ said a devil pressing his fingers to lips. ‘Nercules has very powerful ears. be silent. attack!!!’ 

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‘Gaargh!’ ‘ssssss!’ ‘crunch!’ ‘holy *********!’ ‘Damn!’ pow ‘SHREIK!!!!’ ‘traitor!’ there was a blinding light and thousands of snakes fell, exept nurcules. Nurcules was lying unconscious on his throne. ‘quick, lets go to earth.’ said Grodzilla. They jumped through the swirling mass of blue light. They landed on a long peice of (what in Grodzilla land would be sacred) pavement. Grodzilla’s face was turning red. Never before, had he seen so much things. His remaining soldiers blindfolded him to stop him from fainting. For days grodzilla, his men, and the devils pestered people for money so they could use a public telephone. on the third day, they used the telephone and asked the judge if they could have trials. the judge reluctantly agreed. I’m not one to mix with tribes such as the grodzilla’s. he thought elegantly. It was the day of the trial. ‘We have come here to demand food, drink, and everything you royal earth people have.’ said grodzilla, his face rapidly turning into the colour of rendered Beetroot. ‘Fine, whatever, take your blooming things! we should be having a trial about death, not a matter of easy shopping. Bye, see ya, here’s your stuff, now scram. Just then, a figure that looked like Nercules, ran in shouting ‘*******!**********!!!*******’ a bunch of cops arrested Nercules, and they they went back rich and happy.

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