My name is Akinjide Tolani, born on April 6 1989, to Nigerian immigrants who called Chicago home until the first Kaiju attacks of 2013. My parents fearing the worst was yet to come, quickly departed for their homeland whilst I stubbornly remained in the states. Despite all that we have gone through, I was never one to up and run just like that.

I am a photojournalist by profession but what I really do is put my life on the line any time these monsters rear their head. I am the crazed man in those helicopters you see flying around, taking pictures of both Kaiju and Jaeger as they fight for our world, both sides trying to better the other. I have seen up close and personal how much damage these two titans are capable of.

I am the guy who tries to convey this to the billions watching from their homes and bunkers all over the globe. I take pictures of the apocalypse and send it out to the rest of mankind. I am the civilian front line for lack of a better word. Very few men and women get this opportunity to do what I do, and I try to make it worth it. I am no hero, far from it. Perhaps there's some thrill seeker in me, something that pushes me to risk my life for what most will consider suicidal assignments. I would never call myself a daredevil, it's just my sense of responsibility far outweighs any other moral code I might have. I signed up for this job, and so help me God, will get it done.

For my troubles and hassle, I get paid a boatload of money. After all, very few are crazy enough to sign up for this. As nice as my paycheck is, and as big a grin I get whenever I see those decimals, the truth is, it was never about the money for me. Of what use is money when civilization as we know it, could be wiped out in a matter of months? All that currency sitting in some vault, with me not knowing what to do with it. I tell myself, my kids will get to spend it, but I know even that is not a guarantee.

I do it because no one else will. I do it because I have somehow convinced myself that I have the unenviable job of recording mankind's last hours or perhaps our greatest glory. Those pictures of mine will either burn to nothing with the rest of humanity or be memorialized in museums and archives all over the world, passed on from generation to generation, to remind us of what we went through, the brave souls who fought for us and why we need to value each other.

No one knows why the Kaiju are here. There were no red carpets to introduce their delegation to us. They didn't even give us the 'we come in peace' shtick. Instead all we got was a lot of rage, ticked off bug type creatures and cities completely wiped off the map. In Hollywood's wildest dreams, none of this should be possible. But here we are, years embroiled in this war and we still don't know much about these creatures.

What we do know is that they are hell bent on wiping us out. Most people never get a chance to see these things up close, and should be quite thankful they don't. Images of these bugs have been permanently seared into my mind. It's not pretty!

I am not sure how to properly describe them. Think of a cockroach-insect-dinosaur type hybrid 'cept larger and stronger. I'd like to think there's some type of brain behind those large heads, in fact I have been told they have two. Too bad there doesn't seem to be much thinking going on with them besides destroy-kill-destroy.

I remember it like yesterday. The day the first Kaiju arrived. I was on vacation with my family in Lagos, Nigeria. The parents hadn't fully moved back at this point but they felt it would be nice to introduce my family to the rest of the clan. It was a pretty uneventful vacation. Lagos was hot as usual and I needed the break to get away from work. Then news of the first Kaiju sighting broke through and we were thrown into confusion as to what they were and what their purpose was. We didn't need long to figure out this 'thing' wasn't here to sight see. It attacked us without hesitation and with much brutality.

Three months after the alien had landed on our shores…three months after wanton damage and destruction…three months after it seemed impervious to our attacks…it finally fell. The city of San Francisco was sacrificed to contain the Kaiju. It was the first nuclear attack authorized by the U.S. government on its own soil.

It was one of the most humbling moments for mankind. We had considered ourselves invincible. Fooled by our advances into thinking we were prepared for any and all opposition. All of a sudden that was shattered to pieces and here we were, rocked on our heels, desperately searching for answers.