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"I witnessed the horrific destruction of my beloved viceroyalty," claimed Riley, now ambassador to The Eternal Kawaii. "The Sanrio kittens, plotting revenge for their foiled attack on the Kawaiian capital, and with the terrible powers of the Cute One, unleashed Godzilla upon the nation! The horror! The absolute horror!" (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12166466&postcount=12)



[The time: Approximately two months ago.]
[The place: The Conclave of Friendship building, downtown Sanrio City.]


"Mister Riley, do you know why you are here?" the purple-clad otaku said to the ambassador from OMGTKK.

Jack Riley stood on the podium in the center of the darkened audience hall. On either side were otaku of varying rank, the multi-hued assortment of priests apparently drawn from nearly every rank of The Eternal Kawaii's relgious/political heirarchy. Even higher up, in the shadows, three black-robed high priests sat, quietly observing the proceedings.

"That shrine maiden's lying!" Riley retorted. "Seriously, how could anyone NOT see she was a 'Love-Love Kittens' model?!?! I only wanted her autograph..."

"Ahem!" the otaku said sharply, trying hard to hide his offense at the Kennyite's impiety. He continued more quietly, "I am grieved to hear that you've apparently not been kept informed, Mister Riley. Did you not see this when it was delivered to your office this morning?" The priest placed a sheaf of papers on the podium before Riley.

Riley picked the papers up and thumbed through them. Seeing no pictures, just lines and lines of (typically cutely) ornate Kawaiian script, he tossed it aside and yawned, saying, "So what's the deal here?"

"The 'deal', Mister Riley, is that your service to your nation here is no longer required," the otaku said. "As of midnight last night, diplomatic relations between our two countries have been terminated. You, and the Kennyite spies your superiors were so gracious as to include in the NSUN Commission for the Prevention of Nuclear Proliferation in the Eternal Kawaii, are now persona non grata.

Riley stood there, stunned. Persona non grata? No more ambassadorial rank? No more free booze from the Kawaiian casinos??? "You can't do this!" he shouted at the assembly. "Dammit, we have a TREATY!!! THIS MEANS WAR!!!"

It wasn't an idle bluff. The Commission was the keystone to the peace treaty that ended the state of war between OMGTKK and the HOCEK. It wasn't the first time that the HOCEK government had voiced their suspicions about the Kennyites' possible misuse of it, but until now the threat of resumed hostilities had apparently kept their voices in check.

"Please, Miter Riley...this is uncalled for," the otaku said placidly. "And unwise," he added more sternly, "considering that your nation is now dealing with a nuclear power."

"Nuclear...what the hell are you talking about?" Riley said in confusion.

"You will understand within the next 24 hours, Mister Riley. As will the rest of the world."


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[The time: Also two months ago.]
[The place: An abandoned wilderness area within the lands of the Eternal Kawaii.]

The engineer shook his head, and hmmed. "Well, your graces," he said to the assembled otaku from the Conclave of Peace, "it's all set up as per instructions, and I can assure you, the NSUN heathen are none the wiser. We just need the order."

"In the name of the Cute One," the head priest said calmly, "the order has been given. Proceed with the test."

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Department of State
The Federal Republic of OmigodtheykilledkennyAttn: Some otaku dude, HOCEK Conclave of Friendship
Subject: Mass Kennyite exodus from Sanrio City

Thank you for returning our Stripper-Commando spies -- er, "weapons inspectors" -- in one piece. We were worried when we saw one of our girls was missing her breast implants, but then remembered they were saline, so they might have dissolved. You'll be happy to know you will not be held responsible for purchasing Miss Donnamarie's new, smaller-cup-size bras. We do, however, reserve the right to express our outrage at your despicable decision to expel our Sanrio City personnel in order to conduct flagrantly illegal nuclear testing. We have elected to evacuate all Kennyites from your nation, which our department now deems "'OMFWTF WE ALL GONNA DIE!!!'-level dangerous," which is admittedly only a slight upgrade from our previous assassment of your psychotic regime, but whatever. We request permission to send our ambassador-at-large, Antoin Venn (ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Antoin_Venn), to Sanrio City in order to manage the approaching flood of Kennyites rushing to get the fuck out of Sanrio City. At present, Amb. Riley, having received his marching orders from your otaku not too long ago, is unaccounted for. We searched the refrigerator and underneath the couch cushions, but we couldn't find him anywhere. But don't worry your pretty little heads over that: we're sure he'll turn up soon!May the Cute One be praised,
Alex Tehrani
Secretary of State

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In the Name of the Eternal Kawaii
may the Cute One be praised


To: Alex Tehrani, Secretary of State, Federal Republic of Omigodtheykilledkenny

From: Senior Minister, HOCEK Conclave of Friendship

Subj: Cessation of Diplomatic Relations

Your Excellency,

We acknowledge your decision to evacuate OMGTKK personnel from our nation. As two sovereign and equal nations, it is Our wish that we maintain relations on an equal basis. It is for this reason that We have made the decision to abrogate the lopsided and unjust non-proliferation treaty between our nations. As the accompanying video makes clear, the Holy Otaku Church of the Eternal Kawaii has declared and demonstrated itself as a nuclear power. We wish to assure OMGTKK, and the rest of the world, that We have no aggressive intentions, only those of legitimate self-defense and a just desire to be free of foreign interference in Our affairs.

We also acknowledge the arrival of ambassador-at-large Venn, and extend him any reasonable aid he may request in carrying out your evacuation orders. We regret to say that We also are unaware of Ambassador Riley's whereabouts, and assure you that his safe relocation is a top HOCEK priority.

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"Well, that went over better than expected," the purple-clad senior minister from the Conclave of Friendship said, reading the Kennyite official missive to the assembled leaders from the HOCEK's major conclaves. "I was afraid those degenerate maniacs would actually carry out Riley's threat."

"Congratulations are in order, your grace," one of the Conclave of Peace ministers said. "The Kennyite menace is put at bay at last."

"I wouldn't be too hasty to celebrate, my freinds," the minister from the Conclave of Wisdom retorted. "Kennyites haven't acted rationally in the past; why expect them to now? We need bombs, lots of them, and we need them immediately." Turning to his colleague from the Conclave of Beauty, the CoW minister added, "How soon will our deterrent arsenal be ready?"

"I have the test-acceptance report here, your graces," the CoB minister replied, pushing forward a large sheath of papers. "Warhead production has already begun. By the time the Kennyite spies leave, we'll have enough firepower to destroy any major city in the Federal Republic. Within a month, enough to destroy them all."

"No sense in rushing matters," the CoF minister said. "I'm sure we can draw out the Kennyite exodus if you need more time. Actually, that madman Riley's doing us a favor, giving his guards the slip like that."

"We're still tracking him down," the minister from the Conclave of Joy replied, looking a little chagrined at his people's slip-up. "Rest assured, your graces, he won't get far."

"Don't worry about that, man," the CoF minister chuckled. "As long as he isn't out molesting shrine maidens, he can stay lost."


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"Have you finished that seismic analysis, brother?" the senior engineer said to his rather harried-looking subordinate. The piles of paper and beeping computer on the younger engineer's desk clearly suggested otherwise.

"Everything responded as planned, sir" the young engineer said. "The sensors pretty much gave us textbook readings."

"Good, then," the senior engineer nodded. "So what's the holdup?"

"I'm getting some anomolous aftershock readings, sir." the junior engineer replied. "I can't explain it. We're not on any faultlines, and there's no way the test should've caused them. I'm not sure we should be going ahead with the report until I can nail the cause down..."

The senior engineer looked at young man testily. "The otaku are demanding results, brother. Did the bomb perform as predicted, or not?"

"It went off perfectly, sir. But..."

"No 'buts', then. We may be on the brink of war, man--we haven't time for pursuing every stray fancy. Have the report on my desk in the next two hours."

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Meanwhile, some 4-5 miles offshore from the harbor district of Sanrio City, a strange disturbance was taking place beneath the waves. Only a passing squadron of Palentine Naval Dolphins noted its presence...

This is Sanrio City. Once a city of a hundred million people. What has happened here was caused by a force which up until a few days ago was entirely beyond the scope of Man's imagination. Sanrio City, a smoldering memorial to the unknown, an unknown which at this very moment still prevails and could at any time lash out with its terrible destruction anywhere else in the world. There were once many people here who could've told of what they saw... now there are only a few. My name is Antoin Venn. I am the ambassador-at-large for the Federal Republic of Omigodtheykilledkenny. I was headed for an assignment in The Eternal Kawaii, organizing the evacuation of Kennyite personnel those crazy bomb-making priests decided to kick out of the country; but it turned out to be a visit to the living HELL of another world.

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Antoin Venn stepped out of the plane onto the tarmac of Sanrio City International Airport and Casino. He was met by a yellow-robed otaku from the Conclave of Friendship, who ushered him into the diplomatic limo parked nearby. Once settled in the back seat, the priest handed him a bundle of documents, saying, "These are the records of Kennyite personnel we've recorded as part of the NCPNP. Please go over it, Your Excellency, and make sure it's accurate. I am under orders to ensure that within 24 hours, no Kennyite stands on Kawaiian soil."

"Not wasting any time, I see," Venn mused as he glanced over the documents. Kawaiians may be war-mongering religious maniacs, he thought, but they are efficient. "Any news of Riley?"

"Umm, none, your excellency," the otaku said with a slight grimace. "You must understand...it's not that we wished to do so...but according to our law we were required to place a warrent out for his arrest. If he doesn't surrender himself to the authorities by the time you finish your business here, I'm afraid his life won't be worth much. Our Shirt Ninja are not merciful to unauthorized aliens among the populace."

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Later that evening, the Kennyite delegation, plus a growing number of third-country nationals alarmed by the news of the sudden termination of the NCPNP, were gathering at the airport departure terminal. They milled around aimlessly, chattering back and forth. Occasionally they'd gather around one of the TV monitors in airport lounge to watch a replay of Kawaiian News Network's lead story, the nuclear-test video accompanying the HOCEK Conclave of Peace's declaration that The Eternal Kawaii was now a nuclear power. After the tenth showing or so, the crowd was beginning to get ugly.

The otakus' deadline was ticking down, and still no sign of Riley. Venn strode back and forth, debating what to do.

As the day drew to the close and the call to evening prayer began booming over the airport loudspeakers, a few of the crowd gathered to watch the sunset. It was a picturesque view (naturally), the spires and domes of Sanrio City's numerous temples and high-rise buildings in sillouette. Further in the distance, the Sanrio City Harbor reflected red from the sun setting on the water.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared on the setting sun. The red reflection broke into a thousand pieces as something began rising up out of the water. Something huge and ominous, that even from across the city sent shivers into the spines of those who saw it. As it rose, it began moving across the harbor, slowly approaching the city.

Over the sound of the prayer-call, a bellowing noise was heard coming from the shadow. A sound unheard in The Eternal Kawaii for thousands of years. A sound spoken of only in fairy tales and monster stories, from the ancient times when Kawaiians were first learning of the Sanrio kittens and their land's heritage.

Gojira Ku'tulu, Lord of the Hosts of Kaiju, Scourge of the Cute One.

Doom had arrived to The Eternal Kawaii.

*A few days ago*

Indeed, a squad of Palentine Naval Dolphins was just passing by the eternal Kawaii. Even though hostilities had ended, the Dolphins were kinda still holding a grudge that they were ignored by the Anime version of the Kennyite/Kawaiian War. They felt that they should at least been in the illegal "hentai" version of the film. so to take out their resentment occasionally a squad or two would swim in Kawaii waters and swear at any unlucky "kitten worshippers" that they found...besides it amused them greatly to do so.

Anyway, the dolphins did notice a large disturbance in the water,slowly moving across the ocean floor and a steady, but relentless pace. The shadowy figure was ginormous.

"What the<censored><foul word><bleep> is that<gross word>?", exclaimed CPO Chip.

"Holy<yowzah><dirty word>! It's a <nasty word><anatomic impossibility>big<gross but descripted explitive>!", answered PO3 Pip.

"Should we<bleeping><bleep>warn some<censored>body!", asked PO2 Rally.

"<Gross Word><explitive>NO! Lets<vile word><Beep><you can say that>watch it!", answered CPO Chip.

The Dolphins cheered and continued to watch as doom came slowly to Sanrio City.

Wearily the Kennyite embassy personnel approached the counter to check their luggage. There had been no report accounting for Riley in the 12 hours Amb. Venn had been in Sanrio City (funny how the otaku expected him to pack up and leave the moment he got there), but still the envoy was not overly worried. Riley had a habit of disappearing and then turning up in the oddest (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12064466&postcount=107) of locations (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11710156&postcount=175). As Venn surrendered his suitcase, he turned back to his comrades.

"Alright guys, remember: we don't want any trouble from airport security for being Kennyites, so everybody pretend you're tourists." As the ambassador pulled out a bright green baseball cap with the words "I GOT LUCKY AT THE LUCKY UNICO" in white letters and placed it on his head, his flight-mates immediately pulled out their cameras and started snapping pictures of everyone and everything in sight. Audaciously a small group of them began harassing others in line. "This is camera. Please to take picture?" one of them petitioned in a funny accent as he presented what he must have assumed was a strange new contraption to the woman he was handing it to. "Push button on top."

The group got together in front of the woman and excitedly flashed hang-loose signs, shouting "Cowabunga dudes!" as the flash went off.

"Not Japanese tourists, you idiots!" Venn shouted with annoyance. "Just plain old ordinary tourists!"

...

Minutes later, having successfully bypassed security without incident (well, except for that 12-foot python one of the Kennyites was trying to smuggle in an overly large "carry-on" bag, from which its cargo suddenly emerged and attempted to strangle a security officer), Venn and his copatriots quietly waited in the seating lounge for the boarding call. It was at that moment that disquieting murmurs sounded from fellow passengers, many of whom were grouping together at the windows and pointing out at an unidentifiable silhouette rising from the harbor against the stunning Kawaiian sunset.

Venn rose from his chair to see what the commotion was about, squinting his eyes as he tried to make out the dark figure against the red sun. ... Could it be? ... Yes, it was. The Loch Ness Monster. But what was he doing here? Ah, yes (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10191751&postcount=49). "Hey, Nessie," he said quietly to himself, waving at the animal with an amused giggle.

"I don't know why everyone's so upset," the ambassador observed, to no one in particular. "The worst he'll do is harass you for tree-fiddy."

The beast gave its terrifying answer, its hair-raising shriek ringing through the heavens, as the passengers screamed and scrambled about the terminal in terror. Just then a small motorboat flew through the air from the silhouette's general vicinity and smashed into the side of the building.

"Oh, no, no! Bad Nessie!" Venn said reprovingly, wagging his finger as the assemblage of spectators at the window broke apart and severally ran for their lives. "Oh, you're gonna get such a talking-to when we get home!"

The beast ignored the lecture and let out another thunderous scream, its dolphin pals assembled behind it in the waters cursing and laughing with evil glee.

"Guys, Nessie's gone berserk," Venn cautioned his friends. "We gotta stick together." He turned about to find himself stranded.

"Oh, fuck this shit," growled the ambassador as he joined one of the growing stampedes racing for the emergency exits.

Doom took its time arriving, striding up from the depths and emerging on land at the harbor district as night fell. 100 meters tall, the leviathan stood on two massive legs, water streaming from its wrinkled black reptilian hide. Its head, bent over on a thick neck between two broad and rounded shoulders, turned back and forth, as if the creature were getting its bearings now on land. It looked down, and saw a number of yachts and other watercraft bobbing about the smashed marina, looking like so many toy boats in a bathtub. The creature picked one up slowly, turned it back and forth, then with a "gronk!" of disgust hurled it away.

Such was the strength and size of the beast that the boat hurled halfway across town, clear to the airport. A 'tree-fiddy' seemed unlikely to appease it.

Meanwhile, all activity within Sanrio City ground to a halt. Metro trains and tram cars screeched to a stop, and the polite hustle and bustle of the city was replaced by an eerie calm as people turned to stare at the giant being in their midst. A few brave souls nearest to it pulled out cameras, and their flashes sparkled around its feet.

There were no survivors to say whether this was the trigger that set off what happened next. The next thing anyone can recall, the creature scowled, and with a sudden unearthly roar belched forth a jet of flame. Blue-hot, actinic plasma erupted from its mouth and washed over the boats and docks. Within moments, the entire harbor district was an inferno.

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Antoin Venn scrambled to catch up with the Kennyite delegation, who seemed torn between harassing the Kawaiian airport staff and running for their lives. Airport security no longer an issue in the ensuing panic, he ran out of the terminal and onto the tarmac, reaching the chartered jumbo-jet as the fear-stricken mob began climbing the ladders, attempting to board it by force. The Kawaiian stewardessses were putting up a desparate bid to keep order, but to no avail. It was clear the mob intended on hijacking the plane.

To understand the magnitude of the calamity that unfolded, one must first understand a little about Sanrio City and The Eternal Kawaii:

The first is, although it was a fairly prosperous nation, the vast majority of its citizenry were not. Indeed, most of them eked out pretty modest lives, while the bulk of the nation's wealth remained in the hands of a few powerful families, most of them connected to the Holy Otaku Church of the Eternal Kawaii. The second, of course, was the theocratic government's religious obsession with the environment. Aside from the bare minimum requirements of agriculture, very little of the nation's land was set aside for human activity.

As a result, the people of the Eternal Kawaii lived in an extremely urbanized culture, with a number of large, almost hive-like cities containing row upon row of high-rise apartment blocks, separated by narrow streets more suited for bicycles and trams than automobiles. Indeed, most Kawaiians did not own autos, relying on the nations's excellent public transportation system to get around. Even in the countryside, where the few large mansions of the wealthy stood, there were only a few scenic turnpikes, not enough to make a decent intercity highway system. Private transportation was a luxury, after all.

Such a social-planning scheme had served the Kawaiian people well over the years. But in the case of natural disaster--or giant monster attack--they were totally unprepared. All the great bulk of the Sanrio City population could to is grab what possessions they could and flee the approaching firestorm as the great beast waded into the city, knocking down buildings one by one and setting fire to the wreckage with its actinic breath.

It was an orderly evacuation, as orderly as one could get under the circumstances. People were running screaming in the streets, but no looting or violence was seen so far. People streamed out of the city in every direction, heedless of where they were going, only knowing that death awaited those who weren't fast enough. A large column of them headed towards the airport, and imagined safety, not realizing the panicking Kennyites and other foreigners had brought operations there to a halt.

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First Fleet of the Laburec
The Humankind Empire of Silentvoice

To: Holy Otaku Church of The Eternal Kawaii
From: Commander of the First Fleet, Admiral Spaurh Aronn Saicspath Nimh Laitpanr Painaich
Subject: Ultimatum to Cease all Destruction on Sanrio City

While we Abhs are uninterested in the death of terrans (i.e. landers) or even destruction of your planets for that matter, there are a number of our Abh kins living in Sanrio City. The Empire is fiercely protective of its citizens. As such, our fleet have been ordered from patrol duties in the Winburu gate near your solar system to intervene. Two Transport Ships will be deployed to evacuate Abh citizens and those who wish to flee the conflict. They will enter your atmosphere approximately 0800 hours and arrive at Sanrio harbor 10 minutes later. (Non-abhs who wish to join us, must renounce their citizenship of The Eternal Kawaii and take an oath of allegience to the Abh cause).

A word of warning: If any of our transports are fired upon by your earth defenses, or if any of our men are harmed, Line-of-Battle Ships (Alaicec) and Patrol Ships (Laitec) in space will begin planetary bombardment. Rest assured that obliteration of your planet will occur in a matter of seconds.


Lt. Cfadiss Üémh Üéspir Séspir
Chief of Staff of the First Fleet,
on behalf of Her Highness R.Admiral Sporh, Duchess of Peneju

[The place: The Central Command Bunker, buried deep within the sub-subbasement of the Conclave of Peace building on the outskirts of Sanrio City. The time: Gojira Hour +1.]

The senior ministers of the Conclave of Peace huddled over the table, looking at the multiple viewscreens mounted in it. Each one told the same grim story from different exciting angles—the seemingly unstoppable behemoth wading through a flaming wreckage of what once were stately rows of multistory buildings, the fiery trail of destruction leading from Sanrio Harbor towards the city center.

The senior otaku shook his head sadly. "Our greatest terror has come to pass, brothers. I fear our city is doomed…"

One of the junior ministers replied hotly, "We can't just sit here and do nothing, your grace! Where are our air defenses? Surely they can be trained on the monster?"

A third otaku nodded, and said, "I can have a SAM volley on that thing in five minutes, your grace. Give the order, please!"

The senior minister nodded slowly. "Let it be so. For all the good it will do—no mortal force can stop Lord Gojira, according to legend."

Minutes later, the Eternal Kawaii's Holy Defense Forces rolled out to test that legend. Column after column of mobile AAA and missile launchers headed from their bases outside the city, preparing to do battle. And so it was that the nation's long-range radar sites, their dishes trained on the giant monster wading through the capital city, failed to register the approaching alien vessels in the skies above, and their warning message went unheard in the chaos.

[The Place: Mount Sanrio, the holy mountain of the Cute One, spiritual center of the lands of the Eternal Kawaii. The date: Gojira Day +33.]

The former Nuncio of the Holy Otaku Church of the Eternal Kawaii to the NSUN trudged slowly up the hilltop, a grim expression on his face. It had only been a month ago when by chartered jet the entire Kawaiian UN delegation had been evactuated and rushed back to their homeland, only to find it in shambles. Finding a suitable place to rest himself, he sat down. He wasn't sure why he'd abandoned the rest of his colleagues to come to this lonely place, but something was drawing him here. He leaned back and contemplated his fate.

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The war against Lord Gorija was, as the senior minister from the Conclave of Peace had predicted, a debacle. The Holy Defense Forces had put up a magnificent defense, hurling every conventional form of weaponry at the destroying behemoth, all to no avail. Sanrio City now stood in ruins, an uninhabitable wasteland of burning wreckage. Its multi-million population, or what remained of it, were huddled in the woods and plains outside of town, most of them squatting on the large estates held by the senior Church heirarchy.

It was there that they learned no help would be forthcoming from the other cities within the Eternal Kawaii. Gojira-Ku'tulu was known as the Lord of the Hosts of Kaiju for a reason--he was not alone. Elsewhere within the nation, his minions had been wreaking havoc. Whether it was a giant flying beast spitting fire or electricity, or burrowing monster uprooting skyscrapers like a gopher tearing up a garden, or a tentacled beasty wriggling out of the lakes and rivers to grab anything within reach, or even flying saucers blasting everything below them with alien death rays, the result was the same--cities in ruins, and people in flight. It was the rout of Kawaiian civilization.

It was an unbearable shock, certainly to a culture that had for centuries prized orderliness, beauty and harmony. The twin philosphical principles of their society were the adoration of beauty, and the maintenance of absolute optimism, and even in this extreme circumstance they tried to hold on. But with everything they and their ancestors had worked for now up in flames, and little hope for relief from the otaku cowering in thier walled estates, these principles could not hold.

And so politely, orderly, the masses of people took hold of the otaku in their mansions, and turned them out. For the first time in living memory, respect for private property and obedience to authority were set aside. The social structure so carefully produced by centuries of indoctrination was dissolving, and threatened to degenerate into complete anarchy.

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The Nuncio roused himself from his musings. It was ironic, he thought. After retirement, he had planned on finishing that history of the Eternal Kawaii he'd be writing in his spare time. Was it intended to be a final documentation of a vanished civilization? He shook his head, trying to shake off the unpleasant (and thus inappropriate) thought.

As he looked around, his eyes widened. There before him was a Sanrio kitten. Behind it were several more. The sacred animals, which had withdrawn from human contact since their rampage through Sanrio City several months ago (a warning, the Nuncio realized now. Had they been trying to send us a message?), now appeared to be focused on him. He sat quietly, contemplating them. Sanrio kittens, though obviously intelligent, never spoke nor communicated in ways understood by humans. Only through careful observation could one hope to glean some kind of meaning from the ineffible creatures.

At that point, the history of Kawaiian civilization changed forever. As the Nuncio sat there, suddenly he could hear, in a voice clear as his own, the Sanrio kitten before him speaking. It said one word: "Remember."

[The Place: A Kawaiian prayer hall, somewhere in the Antarctic Oasis. The date: Gojira Year +327.]

"Read from today's passage, my son."

"Ahem. In the Name of the Eternal Kawaii, (mtCObp). Diaspora Chapter 3:

"The land itself had become accursed unto its people by the wrath of the Cute One, and was given over to Lord Gojira for the peoples' sin. A man lay one stone upon another, the kaiju would be present to topple it, a man plow a field, the kaiju would be there to uproot it, a man delve a hole, the kaiju would fill it. All was futility and waste.

"In that day the word of the Cute One came to Its prophet, the Speaker-With-Kittens. And the word was Remember. And the Speaker-With-Kittens remembered, and inscribed the memory of the land, so that some day it may be restored.

"But the people grew hungry, and feasted upon the bread of the otaku, bread they had not earned. And the law fled from the people, and each man went to his family, and the nation fell.

"The heart of the Speaker-With-Kittens was moved by his people's plight, and came down from the holy mountain. And a new word came from the Cute One, and this word was Depart.

"And the people departed, and left the land of their ancestors, and went out into the world to abide until the Cute One forgave their sin and the curse of Lord Gojira was lifted..."