As the sun seemed to set, two snake like tentacles drew themselves out of the sea, slowly pulling the mass of the massive Kraken onto the surface of the land. Its moist, pale green skin was tough, to prevent the massive octopus from drying on the surface. It then started its rampage, eating crops, as it wandered towards Wing City, attacking and eating anything in its path. Who would stop this horrible monster of nature, who would help?

Somewhere on the ocean, a massive floating city held itself tougher with welds of steel and iron, while in the ocean, a massive whale like creature, the size of a small space battleship, at three hundred meters, drifted towards the floating city, preparing to slam into it with its whole might. To add insult to injury, its body was covered in parasites, each one from three to five meters tall, massive compared to people, and the bugs jumped to the city, trying to find a new source of food. That source would be an unlucky repair tech, finding himself eaten by bugs from the deep ocean.

In the sky, a commuter jet prepared to land, only to notice an odd radar signature. It was some sort of ancient flying lizard, however its size was nothing to sneeze at. Its 60 meter frame made it fairly imposing, as the plane quickly attempted an emergency landing. Fighter jets attempted to shoot it down, but its breath somehow disabled the missiles, which most observers would agree should be impossible. This was no normal dinosaur.

Scenes like this broke out over wing city, as if it seemed the world was somehow rebelling against the spree of crime and thugs that had almost poisoned the air, the very karma of the world...

As Steven sat finishing his accounting work, panic began to take hold of the third floor lawfirm that he worked at. Trying to learn what the fuss was about he ran to the breakroom and flipped on the tv. As he saw the news reports popping up one after the other he knew what had to be done. Steven ran to his cubicle and pulled up the carpet under his desk. There in the wood rested a plank with the initials "SAB". Moving the plank aside revealed a tan duster trenchcoat and hat, and a large elaborately designed sword. Grabbing the leather gloves off his coworkers desk, he turned fully adorned to look out the office window. Sword in one hand, chair in the other, he smashed the glass and lept into the afternoon sky.