With an absolutely abnormal violent scream of flaming engines, you knew your day was now one of absolute fight or flight survival. You looked up to the very heavens to your horror you were right, The Winged Doomsday, the undead Japanese imperial jet, beaten up, flaming and smoking yet surpassing any and all human made jet advancements zoomed at a whopping 1000km/h above you, tearing the sound barrier like a sheet of paper

Armies, special ops, police, they all rolled out positioned and let all fire loose on the jet, but as everyone knows the winged doomsday was never shot down or captured. It's turbo engines, it's transformer abilities, and ability to make any weapons emerge from its body to counter attacks made it a mettalic god of sky warfare, nothing stood before it and breathed again

As the jet sent tons and tons of military jets flaming and hurling toward the ground with barely any force or attack applied, crashing them to their demise, it swooped down with huge flamethrowers destroying and eliminating all forces on standby, and those who did stand back up and shoot at it, it simply re arranged its body parts like a constructor toy and dodged effortlessly.

With hundreds of missiles later, the very city you were enjoying just an hour ago was now craters, flames, and smoke. But then... What's this?.... This never happened before... The jet landed.

The cockpit shades remained shut, but you heard a booming raspy dead man's voice on the interior intercom

When will you all finally learn?

The pilot stayed inside