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For a competition over at www.facebook.com/events/452193… by www.facebook.com/HelpfulBearPr…

Studio Colrouphobia is and .
This illustration is a collaboration between and , we both drew/painted on everything in this illustration and due credit is to both of us.

The contribution made by Studio Colrophobia comes with a small narrative to accompany this Kaiju, which clearly is an evolved version of a Dunkleosteus (primordial fish). Enjoy:
“Recent files smuggled out of North Korea indicate ground zero happened way before the first Kaiju emerged from the Pacific”, Jim O’ Shea took a drag from his cigarette as he slid the manila envelope over the table.
“What happened to the person who gave you the documents?” The black suit put down his whisky, opened the envelope and started leafing through the papers. The aviator specs revealing nothing of the eager glint in the intelligence officer’s eyes.
“Let us say he had an unfortunate run-in with a knife right after he crossed the border.”
“Shoot. O’Shea, he could have been valuable.” The man in black drawled, not really caring that much.
“He served his worth.” Jim roared and slammed his hand on the table, startling other people in the bar. He ran his hand through his hair and downed his pint, when he continued his voice was a hoarse whisper. “Lying scum of the Earth, all of them. First they took my family from me, and now it seems they called these abominations forth.”
“Jim, you cannot prove this.”
“Look at the photographs and the date stamp” Jim took out the sheet of yellowed paper and pointed at the two shots. “Those cretins managed to open a portal and summon one before the coast of England. They then invaded the South of Korea to cover their tracks and make the world focus on them instead of the events in England.”
Jim took another drag of his cigarette, and looked at his haunted reflection in the sunglasses of the intelligence officer.

“June 25th 1950 , the documents, the images, it’s all there. Perhaps also the answer to stop them…” His voice trailed off and his breathing became more labored and the paralysis set in. The black suit collected the documents, paid for the drinks and left Jim O’Shea fighting his final battle in a seedy backroom of an Indonesian bar.

Description

For a competition over at www.facebook.com/events/452193… by www.facebook.com/HelpfulBearPr…

Studio Colrouphobia is and .
This illustration is a collaboration between and , we both drew/painted on everything in this illustration and due credit is to both of us.

The contribution made by Studio Colrophobia comes with a small narrative to accompany this Kaiju, which clearly is an evolved version of a Dunkleosteus (primordial fish). Enjoy:
“Recent files smuggled out of North Korea indicate ground zero happened way before the first Kaiju emerged from the Pacific”, Jim O’ Shea took a drag from his cigarette as he slid the manila envelope over the table.
“What happened to the person who gave you the documents?” The black suit put down his whisky, opened the envelope and started leafing through the papers. The aviator specs revealing nothing of the eager glint in the intelligence officer’s eyes.
“Let us say he had an unfortunate run-in with a knife right after he crossed the border.”
“Shoot. O’Shea, he could have been valuable.” The man in black drawled, not really caring that much.
“He served his worth.” Jim roared and slammed his hand on the table, startling other people in the bar. He ran his hand through his hair and downed his pint, when he continued his voice was a hoarse whisper. “Lying scum of the Earth, all of them. First they took my family from me, and now it seems they called these abominations forth.”
“Jim, you cannot prove this.”
“Look at the photographs and the date stamp” Jim took out the sheet of yellowed paper and pointed at the two shots. “Those cretins managed to open a portal and summon one before the coast of England. They then invaded the South of Korea to cover their tracks and make the world focus on them instead of the events in England.”
Jim took another drag of his cigarette, and looked at his haunted reflection in the sunglasses of the intelligence officer.

“June 25th 1950 , the documents, the images, it’s all there. Perhaps also the answer to stop them…” His voice trailed off and his breathing became more labored and the paralysis set in. The black suit collected the documents, paid for the drinks and left Jim O’Shea fighting his final battle in a seedy backroom of an Indonesian bar.