Unlike before, it'll be done a little differently. Of course, when I say 'little', I mean 'quite a bit'. With a huge number of movies and only so much you can do when reviewing them, I decided that now was the best time to introduce change if I was ever going to do so. So, how did I change things up?

Simple. I wrote you a story. 

Film: Godzilla 
Released: 1954 
Series: Shōwa
Film No: 01 of 28
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Explosions. Loud bangs and the sound of perpetual gunfire are all I could hear, day after day in the grim time during the Second World War. My friends and I always stayed distant from those involved in the fighting, not so much because of our stance on the conflict, but from fear. We weren't the kind to clash, and we were very much interested in keeping it that way. 

One fateful day, when the bullets resounded louder and the planes hummed with increased ferocity, they laid waste to our island. Why? Why should we, an innocent and defenceless existence in this mindless war game, have to suffer at the hands of you beasts? Shrapnel from the explosions tore into us, rending our fragile flesh from our shattered bones. Those fortunate enough to avoid the haphazard barrage were trapped by walls of flame, subjected to a long and arduous torture before being relinquished of life. 

Most would consider me lucky, being away from the island at the time of the attack. All I could do was sit there and watch as the dying screams of my friends and family ebbed and flowed, before the roar of flame slowly drowned them out. Lucky? That is merely a sick joke. When the fires dulled, I made my way to where my home once was. The embers beneath my feet burned fond memories into my very self, and I collapsed, laying there in a bed of ash and losing my will to live. I felt my life escape me, and I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awoke, I was no longer myself. Someone had gifted me with a body crafted purely for revenge, one that I can finally use to unleash my anger upon the world. The thought of how long I had slept for briefly crossed my mind, before being tossed away as trivial in the whole scheme of things. I spied a familiar object, bouncing on the surface of the sea like it had not a care in the world. A few of those beasts stood on the vessel, eyes fixated at the form that perhaps God himself had granted me to punish this failure of a race. With a swift motion, I plunged my hand through the object, and soon there was no life. Revenge was sweet, but not satisfactory. More. Another boat soon made its way over to me, and I simply repeated the process. This time, I didn't receive the exhilarating rush I was hoping for. I had to move to land, to show them the true form of fear. 

In the cover of a storm and under the blessing of the stars, I edged ever closer to civilisation. It was here that I let my emotions take full control, and I proceeded to destroy anything I could lay my hands on. This island wasn't exactly crawling with life, but nonetheless I tore everything down. Perhaps those foul creatures would then begin to feel the despair that I have to live with. Perhaps they will learn to change their ways. After destroying one particular dwelling, a lone child came out to face me. He looked me in the eyes, consumed with a rage that I was all too familiar with. Of course, he was completely powerless, but I decided to spare him. This wasn't mercy, but merely judgement that his suffering would be more potent while alive. 

I'd successfully ruined an island and many of the families that once lived upon it, but still I seeped with revenge. The destruction of my kind is not something that would simply be forgiven over time, so I proceeded to move onto the mainland. The creatures are an organised kind though, as they set up what I can only surmise was a barricade to prevent my entry. I understood this, and decided against passing through the complex network of taut metal. A fire burned within me, a complex mixture of emotion and rage, erupting from my mouth with extreme force. These metal constructs peeled away in my wake, and even though I was exposed to a relentless onslaught of projectiles, it only served to fuel my response. When I left, there was nothing left but a scene reminiscent of the one I witnessed on my own island. 

Exhausted, I moved back to the watery depths near the husk of my old home, laying beneath the restless waves. I slept, but couldn't shake the sorrow of losing those dear to me, and perhaps the thought of myself bringing the same fate to so many others also crossed my mind. The bitter taste of regret was interrupted by a metal man piercing the liquid roof of my temporary home. He held a curious object in his hands, most certainly a killing device, but by the look on his face I could tell it was most certainly the end for us both. Perhaps this is what I deserved, and perhaps it wasn't, but at the time all I could do was watch. This is it. This is the end of my rampant desire for revenge. Soon, I would be back with the rest of my kind, living together and in peace once more. The device is activated and a maelstrom of bubbles force their way out, consuming my body slowly and painfully, along with the man who had initiated the weapon. I couldn't help but smirk to myself as I realised that such a selfless act would be the last one to flash through these guilty eyes of mine.