Me: Like the phoenix, from the ashes of the old do I rise anew! This time, with a tricked-out new laptop! Yays!

Bahamut: Yeah, yeah, just so long as you can stop borrowing mine WITHOUT PERMISSION!

Mewtwo: Bahamut, you are aware of what this story is correct?

Bahamut: Eh? It's the sequel to Kamen Rider Daikiaju, so what?

Poupoko: (Check out the title.)

Bahamut: (Reads it) … I'm going to end up loving you or killing you aren't I?

Me: More than likely.

A/N: Just to let everyone know, the basic background, that is the beginning of the beginning, shall be told next chapter, but to stop any confusion, this story takes place in America, where is yet to be fully decided as the town in question is technically in Italy I believe but whatever. Also, like a certain doujinshi favorite of mine, this story shall star many familiar faces though few will have major roles besides "Villain of the Week" as it were. Now, without further ado, let us begin the next saga of the Kamen Riders! Start it up!

Kamen Rider Guardian Force: Reign of Chaos

By Corvus no Genmu the Prince of Slumberland

Open Slot

What is time but a passing or forgotten memory? To explain time is to explain life, something that no being, mortal or otherwise, could begin to explain for the way to explain such things is to be devoid of such things and no being, alive or otherwise, could be devoid of time or life.

Too bad this law was written only in stone for time has a way of eroding such unbreakable things as the hardest rock and the laws they hold.

This place here, a rainbow colored sea of endless sand marked only by towers of stone jutting upwards like daggers seeking to tear deep into the colorless sky. The sky above was not marked in either day or night but a toss-up between the two as elements of both times was evident with moons and sun shining amidst patches of blue and black. There comes a sound like a train's whistle before a sudden burst of fire erupts from the sands and train tracks converge together to form a trail through the sky in which a futuristic train follows close behind.

Colored fine platinum with gems of ruby, sapphire, amethyst, and emerald lined in circle around the primary engine, which has something of a draconic face to it, the train moves fast through the sky, whistle acting rather like a roar as it gives chase to its quarry amongst the desert sands. Orbs of colored light, like an insect swarm, fly through the air ahead of the train, moving almost as one as they steadily move away from the train. A sudden sound of breaking glass was the train's only warning to skid to a halt as the swarm of lights vanished Outside.

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Fifteen year old Hiroyuki Kaneda was not one to disbelief the unbelievable. Having lived in a country where kaijin attacks were frequent, and the current defenders from said monsters were a group of girls dressed in sailor suits and a bunch of guys dressed up like they came from one of those old tokusatsu shows tended to alter one's beliefs by a good margin.

However, even one so used to the abnormal couldn't help but pause in slight confusion from the strange colored lights that decorated the sky before suddenly vanishing. He wondered if this was a common occurrence on this side of the world but as there was no where nearby to ask, the Japanese youth was left to his own contemplations.

Feeling a sudden itch, Hiro rubbed his eyes, wondering just how he'd gotten sand in them before once more resuming his rollerblading towards the institute, fingering the strange rail pass carrier he had, quite literally, stumbled over before the appearance of the colored lights.

He never noticed the faint trail of sand following in his wake.

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"Heya, Hiro, how's life dragging?"

"I think you mean "hanging", Nico." Hiro sighed with a soft smile playing on his face. Nicole Derich was his first true friend in his recent transference to the west and he found it quite amusing that, as Japanese was his primary tongue, he knew better English than she did.

Unlike most girls, she had a healthy tan to her skin, showing off her hobby of swimming in the summer past and her hair, long enough to fall to her waist, was rather spiky and seemed rather unkempt yet it shined with its blue luster. Her eyes were strangely colored, orange pupils and white irises, but she claimed them as contacts so most gave it no second thoughts.

Not that Hiroyuki was any different with his burning hazel eyes and obsidian hair that almost stood to attention like a spiky mane that curved back from his face, failing to fall just past his neck save for his ponytail which hung just below his shoulder blades.

The two had met at the beginning of the school year and had formed a rather strange relationship, if one could even call it that. Hiro would help Nicole with her Japanese and Nicole would train up Hiro's "wimpy-butt" body into something that "a man should have!" as she often proclaimed to him. She seemed quite adamant in the belief that all Asian boys were capable of miraculous feats of martial arts, something that Hiro had very little interest in really.

Nicole laughed and punched him lightly, for her, in the shoulder. "Dragging, hanging, same difference! What's up, Hiro-kun?"

"Nothing much really. Found a rail pass carrier I think someone lost but other than that…" Hiro trailed off, remembering the strange light show in the sky.

"Other than that?"

Hiro spared a glance over his shoulder towards the residential science fiction freak, Martin… something or other. If he wasn't gushing about the newest monster/hero sighting, which he always seemed to know almost before the event itself, then nothing serious had happened right?

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

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The lunch bell was a welcome reprieve to the droning of an average school lesson and those students who hadn't brought lunch with them rushed down to the cafeteria while those who did went to their familiar spots with their friends or by themselves. Having no desire to once again have to fend for himself against one of his more classmates, Hiro made a subtle escape to the stairs and headed for the roof. As he walked, time seemed to slow to almost a crawl as the seconds ticked by until, finally, the clock truck 12:12:12 just as Hiro opened the door to the roof.

Hazel eyes widened in shock at the surrounding landscape of colored sands and patch worked sky before a sudden melody alerted him to the train that pulled in less than two yards ahead of him. He looked it from left to right and, in his shock, vaguely noted the strange symbol that marked its side. A dragon curved into the shape of an hourglass with flames breathing down from its fanged jaws.

The same symbol that adorned the rail pass carrier in his pocket.

"… Now that's something you don't see everyday…" murmured Hiro

A door suddenly opened and a young woman stepped down, a tray ladled with coffee in her hands. She was dressed in a black and white form fitting waitress like uniform with at least a dozen wristwatches covering her forearms. Her hair was a light shade of brown, cut rather boyishly to frame her face better. On her head was a small waitress' cap and her hands were bedecked with a pair of red gloves. Like Hiro, she seemed of Asian descent, possibly a mix between China and Japan.

"Hello!" she chirped. "Welcome to Eido-Liner!"

"Um… greetings and salutations?" Hiro sweatdropped at how strange the situation was. "Pleasant day isn't it?"

"Very!" the woman's smile grew as she leaned down and handed Hiro a small cup of what appeared to be coffee but seeing as coffee didn't have hazel-colored foam it was hard to be sure. "Here you are! Courtesy of Eido-Liner!"

"Thank you…?" Hiro glanced down at the cup in slight distaste. He hated coffee.

"You're quite welcome! Bye-bye!" The young woman waved as Hiro nodded back and slowly walked back through the door and shutting it behind him. He looked down the long staircase to the cup to the door and back to the cup again before turning and opening the door to find a normal rooftop greeting him.

"That… I don't know what that was but I can definitely say it was quite odd…" Hiro looked down at the cup in his hands dubiously, half considering that the drink would turn him into something. Nonetheless, he took a tentative sip and was quite surprised by the taste.

"Wow! No wonder Americans loves to drink this stuff so much!" Hiro stuck a hand into his pocket and felt the rail pass carrier he had found. He flinched guiltily. 'Someone is probably looking for this… I'll go and turn it to the police station after school.'

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The bell rang for the signal to school's end and Hiro wasted no time in donning his roller-skates and taking off before the usual crowd of students could halt his progress. Bidding a quick goodbye to Nicole, Hiro skated off towards the police station. He was about halfway there when a train's whistle brought his attention to the train he had seen earlier now traveling along the street beside him. Hiro nearly fell flat on his face from the sight of the same locomotive but could only blink, and blush, at the sight of the girl standing in the opened doorway.

She looked no older than him and was dressed in a light feathery blue skirt and a blouse of a darker shade. Her hair, colored a light brown, fell past her shoulders and her blue eyes were glaring at him despite the wind blowing past her from leaning out of a moving train.

"Hey you!"

Hiro, dumbfounded as he was, made a show of looking beside him to see if she meant someone else before pointing at himself. "Me?"

"Yes, you!" she yelled. "You're the one who picked up the pass, right?! It's mine! Can you give it back?!"

Hiro looked at her as though she was insane, wondering if it was more his case than hers, and decided that the strangeness of the day had gone on long enough. "If you lost something so important as to ride a train in the middle of the street, go to the police station like everyone else!" He yelled before making a sharp left turn and speeding away from the train.

"Wait!" the girl watched him go, her eyes widening at the sight of sand following in the boy's wake. "It couldn't be… that boy is…?"

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Coop was bored and, being an auto mechanical genius, that was never really a good thing as was evidence by the admittedly unique styles of art that decorated the junkyard in which he lived and worked during his time of parole for the purely accidental damage his last creation had caused.

On that note, several people would never look at toaster ovens the same way again.

Thus, here the portly teenager was spending his days for the remaining three months, randomly building "Machines of Awesomeness" as an honest day's work had lost its appeal in the first hour of his sentence. Finishing the last of the upgrades on his hotrod's dual engines, Coop stood up and cracked his back, hungry for a cheeseburger and maybe one of Kiva's attempts at a home cooked meal. He frowned slightly, bushing at his arms as sand seemed to fall like a river stream and pile up on the ground beside his car.

Coop was so engrossed with getting the last of the sand and car grease off his person, he never saw the sand condense together behind him to form a thick muscular form of a creature neither man nor ape but rather like that of a creature of ancient Canadian myth called a Wendigo. Long hair was tied into dreadlocks which ended in sharp arrow points and above the furry creature hand a pair of ape-ish legs.

"I will grant you any wish," it suddenly spoke in a guttural voice, causing Coop to scream rather girlishly and nearly crash through his car's front window. The creature ignored the sudden bout of fear it generated from its contract holder. "I ask for but one thing in return."

"A-A wish? Any wish I want?" Coop asked, fear and confusion intermingling with a sudden need for excitement.

"Anything your heart desires," the sand creature nodded, crossing its arms over its chest. "It will be yours."

Coop couldn't believe his luck but he wasn't going to waste it being hesitant. "I wish…" He stopped. If he only had one wish he had to make sure to word it carefully. His large stomach rumbled, reminding him of his desire for food but he knew better than to waste a wish on food. His eyes fell to the words on his license plate and Coop was suddenly inspired. "I wish for a hundred, no, a thousand video games!"

Upon hearing the words, the sand creature suddenly began to change. It rose upwards from the ground, the legs above it disappearing and reappearing in their proper place. The change continued until it was standing on two clawed feet before shaking the sand free from its suddenly solid form. The creature's skin was colored a dark blue, as though frost-bitten several times over, while its fur was a shining white. The arrows adorning its dreadlocks turned into something resembling steel and the bands adorning its arms and torso into something made of tough leather. Its sunken eyes gleamed a bloodshot red as it grinned, revealing a mouthful of tusks.

"A thousand video games, eh…?" The Wendigo Imagin repeated, chuckling darkly. "As you wish!"

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Hiro glanced over his shoulder, wondering if the train had followed after him when he suddenly collided into someone. Thanking his lucky stars for the helmet he wore, Hiro pushed himself to his knees, ready to offer an apology to whomever he had run into but the words died on his tongue. He gulped audibly at the group of familiar, angry punks. Where was Nicole when you needed her?

"Well lookie who we got here," the leader of the band, a pimple-covered brat by the name of Uriah, spoke snidely to his underlings. "It's the foreigner, and without his girlfriend here to protect him!"

"Nicole-san is not my girlfriend," denied Hiro, "And I'm sure she's sorry for hurting you like she did…" This was obviously not the right thing to say as the punks drew closer as Hiro slid back on his knees only to discover that the group had him surrounded. Four to one, not really good odds.

"Ah but I like these kind of odds!"

"Not as sorry as you're going to be you little shit!" Uriah stepped forward to smash his foot down on Hiro's shoulder when Hiro's hands suddenly moved of their own accord and grabbed the orange-haired punk's foot. A fanged smirk fell upon Hiro's face before he shoved Uriah away with enough force to send him flying several yards and into the branches of a tree.

"Boss!" yelled one of the goons only to grunt from the pain of receiving Hiro's rollerblades in his arms. Hiro tossed his bomber jacket aside with a wave of sand following in its wake and stood confidently before the three remaining punks. Electricity seemed to spark along his head as his hair became wild like a lion's mane and stood more to attention. A streak of red stretch down the length of his ponytail to match the burning red of his eyes. He was no longer plain and ordinary Hiro.

He was now Hiro-Red.

"Ore… sanjou!" He smiled in mock pity. "Sorry, but this wimp's my contract holder. More than that, I can't sit back and miss a chance at some serious ass-kicking!" He raised a cocked fist. "Get ready to meet your maker." The remaining three punks looked to one another before rushing Hiro-Red only to be slammed back via a quick spin kick from the possessed boy. All but one of the three was rendered unconscious, much to Hiro-Red's disappointment.

"Feh. Weaklings the lot of them." He turned and saw the third was making a run for it. He grinned and crouched low, going on all-fours before suddenly leaping high enough to land right in front of the fleeing punk who fell flat on his behind in shock. Hiro-Red had leapt a good twenty feet through the air to reach him and didn't look at all tired from the move.

"Ah, running away? And here I was going to show you my finisher!" A faint red aura could be seen around Hiro-Red's body, smoke seeming to pour from his fanged mouth. Hiro-Red pulled back his fist, tightly coiling the muscles in his arm; before unleashing it in what would have been a powerful haymaker had it not suddenly froze a few inches in front of the punk's face.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Hiro-Red grunted in visible effort before slamming his fist down onto the ground, creating a two foot wide crater that was easily a foot deep with several scorch marks covering its epicenter. "What am I doing?"

"Hey, come on!" growled Hiro-Red. "Don't stop me at the best part!"

"Who are you? Better yet, what are you?!"

"Why does it matter?!" Hiro-Red pulled back his arm, ready to re-release his finishing move.

"HEY! STOP!" Hiro-Red froze and seemed to suffer some form of seizure before sand exploded off his body once more. Gasping in exhaustion, Hiro opened his hazel eyes and looked around in confused shock before racing over and replacing his skates and jacket and taking off once again, unknowing of the person that followed after him or the strangely colored eyes that had watched the entire event unfold before them.

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Once he had felt that he was far enough from the scene, Hiro skidded to a halt and crumpled to the ground on his hands and knees, gasping for air.

"Oy, why'd you have to ruin my fun, brat?"

Hiro practically jumped out of his skin from the voice in his head and looked around frantically as sand poured out of his arms. The hazel-eyed boy watched with no small portion of trepidation as the sand condensed together to form a shape. The creature was the color of sand, which wasn't surprising as it was made of sand. He, for it was obviously male by the voice and build of its body, was shaped like a muscular demonic dog with a large mane of fur on his head and elbows. His hands were large, larger than his canine head, with claws capable of tearing stone asunder if they weren't currently made of sand. A pair of bony spikes jutted out from the back of the creature's shoulders which paled in comparison to the massive horns that bedecked his head.

In any other situation, Hiro would have run away screaming at the first sight of the thing but now, as exhausted as he was, Hiro had enough courage to stare and see a minute detail. This creature's upper body was 'standing' on the ground while his legs stood above him. Were this not so, the thing would have stood at least seven feet tall. As it was, the sand-being was a mere three feet tall minus the horns.

"Man, what a strange guy…" grumbled the sand-creature, one of his legs scratching at his ears. "Ah whatever, on to the formalities and shit." He coughed, his eyes closing as though bored with the situation. "Tell me your wish and I shall grant it. Just pay me one thing…" The sand-creature opened an eye and saw, much to its anger, Hiro making a cross symbol with his hands.

"Begone, evil spirit-thing!" Putting his fingers together to form a crude cross.

"Who the hell are you calling a thing, you dumbass?!" roared the sand-creature, moving forward to get into Hiro's face.

"That's not what it is, that thing inside of you." Hiro turned and saw someone he instantly recognized despite the stressful situation he was in.

"You're that girl from the train… the loud one…" he mumbled the last part lest she hear him. Fortunately, she didn't as she continued walking up to him in a calm but serious manner as she spoke.

"I sensed it that time; you're special, just like me… You're a Singularity Point."

"A Singularity Point?" asked a confused Hiro.

"A Singularity Point?!" Hiro turned and saw the sand-creature was looking none too pleased with this bit of news. "For real?! Damn it all to Hell!"

"This can't have been coincidence." Hiro nearly jumped out of skin, the girl was now standing beside him, looking at him with something that set a flush on the boy's face. "To have found the pass… for it to have gone missing at all… There's no mistake, someone like you can become Guardian Force."

"Eh?" There was no time for more words as the sound of breaking glass shot through the air like bullets. The humans turned sharply at the sound while the sand-creature's hackles rose, lips pulled back to reveal sharp canines. The cause of the destruction of the nearby game-store's window revealed itself as the Wendigo loaded with a heavy sack.

"An Imagin!" yelled the girl, unfortunately drawing the Wendigo Imagin's attention. His electric blue eyes narrowed before growling a guttural sound at the humans. "I see…" It dropped the sack, holding up its meaty fists "a Singularity Point…" Ice condensed around his hands before a pair of bonelike clubs appeared in them. "You'll just have to die!"

The sand-creature looked up at Hiro to the onrushing Imagin and charged with a howl but was easily plowed through and destroyed from the rushing monster. Self-preservation along with a healthy dose of chivalry guided Hiro's actions as he quickly slid on his rollerblades and taking the girl bridal-style in his arms before taking off as fast as he could go from the Wendigo Imagin who continued his chase after them.

"Wh-Wh-What the hell are you doing?!" yelled the girl, her face flushed as she scowled up at a panting Hiro. She wasn't as light as he assumed, not that he'd dare say such aloud. "You have that pass, right?! Use that and transform!"

"And –pant– why do I –pant– want to do that?!"

"So you can fight!" she screamed at him. Before Hiro had a chance to respond, the Wendigo Imagin threw his club through the air, missing them both easily as was its plan for the instant the weapon hit the ground in front of them, ice covered it. Hiro and the girl yelled as the boy fell flat on his back with the girl still in his arms as the both of them slid into a pile of empty crates. Groaning, the two sat up and saw the Imagin was approaching at a slower pace, relaxed in the knowledge of easy prey.

"Hurry up and fight!" yelled the girl, grabbing a fistful of Hiro's shirt.

"I-I can't fight that thing!" protested Hiro. 'What does she think I am, a superhero or something?!'

She shook him soundly. "Idiot! Do you want to die!?"

"Hey!" The sand creature or rather, Imagin, from before suddenly appeared on Hiro's other side. "If you die, I die, Baka-teme! Do it! Better yet," he looked over towards the Wendigo Imagin, "allow me!" With a bestial roar, the sand-bodied Imagin charged at the corporeal-formed Wendigo Imagin and was easily vanquished with a powerful two-hit combo from the ape-ish Imagin's bone club.

The girl rose to her feet, pulling Hiro along with her before shoving him in front of her. "Come on!"

Hiro glanced back at her to the Wendigo Imagin to the girl once again, wondering which was the lesser of two evils before looking once more at the Imagin as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the train pass-carrier. He turned it around in his hand, looking once more at the draconic hourglass on its backside before looking up, his eyes slightly dazed as the words seemed to come to him almost as though something, or someone, was speaking through him.

"Start it up…" A swirl of light surrounded his waist before a black and silver belt with a buckle marked similarly to the pass in Hiro's hands appeared around his waist. His hand dropped down over the buckle, unconsciously waving the pass over it.

"START GAME!" His belt responded in kind as a cocoon of light surrounded him. Inside the cocoon, a pure black bodysuit stretched itself over Hiro's body before a plain metal helmet shaped like a knight's own adorned his head. Similar pieces of armor attached themselves to his hands, feet, and torso before the cocoon crumbled upon itself to reveal a brand new kind of Kamen Rider.

Guardian Force.

The newly made Kamen Rider looked first at his strange, knight like appearance, before looking once more at the girl behind him. "What now?!"

"Fight it, what else?!" yelled the girl. The Wendigo Imagin merely cocked his head, curious of the change before a memory played itself across his mind. His contract holder had seen what these… knights? No, Kamen Riders were capable of on his online romps. They were powerful, almost as powerful as an Imagin. Its grip on its club tightened, it was no longer time to play.

With a roar, the monster charged forward and slammed into Guardian Force's side with its remaining club, sending the Rider flying and landing painful through the wall of an old warehouse.

"Ow…" G-Force gingerly felt at his side as he pushed himself to his feet. He didn't feel any broken bones but that thing had sent him flying a good several meters and through a steel wall to boot! How in the world was he supposed to fight that monster, let alone destroy it without any weapons?!

"Switch with me!" came the voice of Hiro's Imagin. "He ain't toyin' with ya now, brat! He knows you're a threat and he'll kick your ass if you don't switch with me!"

"And how do I do that?" asked G-Force, feeling rather silly talking to empty air.

"How the hell would I know, idiot?!"

G-Force hadn't time to respond as he dodge-rolled a strike to his head from the Wendigo Imagin's club. Though his movements were clumsy with both the added weight of the armor and his own lack of martial grace, Guardian Force managed to dodged most of the blows from the Imagin though not all as his last dodge was met with a harsh kick from the monster that sent him flying and landing painfully outside the warehouse.

"Dumbass! Switch with me!"

"How?!" grunted Guardian Force as he shakily stood to his feet as the Imagin stomped up to him from behind

"Try the red button, Baka-teme!"

"Button?" muttered Guardian Force as he looked down and took notice of the four buttons on the side of the buckle. He pushed the red button, taking notice of how the background of the symbol changed to a matching red hue as a strange tune began to play. It was the kind of music one could fight to really. Taking pass in hand, Guardian Force swiped it over his buckle.

"FIST FORM."

The armor covering Guardian Force broke off and began spinning in place before latching back on and looking quite different than before. Instead of plain silver, the armor was colored a flaming crimson with the bodysuit a dark tan color. Blazing red fur grew from the elbows while a large mane of it grew from the back of Guardian Force's head. Around his neck hung the same beaded necklace that his Imagin wore. Flames surrounded his forearms before suddenly whooshing out to reveal a pair of gauntlets that made his hands and forearms look to be three times their normal size. The helmet, which was the last thing to change, slid down his face to shape the face of a canine before it split in two with the jaws making the 'eyes' of the helmet. Finally, a pair of curved obsidian horns grew out about a foot above the newly transformed Guardian Force's eyes, finishing the transformation.

Cracking his knuckles loudly, G-Force FF (Fist Form) took a battle-ready stance, gauntlet-covered hands held up liked curled claws. "Ore futabi sanjou!"

The Wendigo Imagin paused; shocked that one of its own kind would work against it on their mutual mission. True, it had been trying to destroy the other's contract holder but the point remained the same nonetheless. "You fool, what are you thinking?! Don't you remember our mission?!"

"Didn't bother to really," G-Force FF honestly answered. "And I gotta say, I was disappointed in my choice of a contract holder but now I'm beginning to see the perks. Being this Guardian Force gives me the opportunity to kick some ass! Imagin or human… I don't care who my opponent is!" G-Force FF pointed at the Wendigo Imagin with his clawed gauntlets, the Ali Shar, which gained a reddish glow before slowly being consumed in flames. "I'll only warn ya once. From beginning to end I'm at a CLIMAX!" The flames ignited brilliantly, brightening to a blazing blue as Guardian Force FF charged forward, roaring, "Fire Wolf Spike!"

Though the Wendigo Imagin managed to jump back from the haymaker, he did not dodge the attack in full as flaming orbs followed after it, exploding against its torso and sending the monster flying. The Imagin roared in pain as it fell hard upon its back, nearly breaking it to pieces.

Guardian Force FF stood in the gaping hole, laughing wolfishly. "Now, for my finisher!" The armored hero crouched low to the ground, pulling out the GF-Pass out in hand and waving it once more over the buckle.

"FULL CHARGE." Crimson light zigzagged out from the glowing buckle, striking the palms of the Ali Shar and causing brilliantly bright flames to ignite along them before they condensed together to form a ball of molten fire roughly the size of a large beach ball. "Hell Fire!" Before the Wendigo Imagin had a chance to dodge, the flaming orb was hurled upon it, consuming it in an unforgiving inferno of white-hot fire. The monster screamed in agony before its demise added to the flame's intensity as it exploded in a small blast of smoke and sand.

Guardian Force FF smirked, cracking his smoking knuckles and blowing away the smoke with a huff of air before reverting to plain and ordinary Hiro, who collapsed to his knees from exhaustion. The girl was almost instantly there, kneeling beside him with a hand on his shoulder. Too tired and stressed out from the day's events, Hiro couldn't find the strength to be embarrassed by her close proximity. He glanced at her through his sweaty bangs, panting for air.

"So… can I have an explanation now… onegai?"

To Be Continued...

Hiro: I've always admired the Kamen Riders but never did I expect to become one of them! And just what are these things, Imagins, anyway? Nani?! Doggy-san, how are you solid here? Eh, cause it's the time-traveling train: Eido-Liner? Well, at least I don't have to worry about that monkey-monster anymore right? Right…?

Now Loading… Guardian Force!