“Alright, bring the humans over.” A giant knight’s voice boomed. Soon a huge leather sack was brought in by another giant knight in front of King Wilson: King of the Giant Race.

King Wilson narrowed his icy blue eyes as the giant knight opened the sack to reveal a village worth’s of panicking, crying and terrified humans. The two giant knights guard either side of King Wilson, glaring with a mix of distain and hunger at the sack. Yet soon King Wilson looked down at the teeny tiny humans trapped in the leather sack, his gigantic, fat belly dipping as he leaned down towards the sack.

“Well well well. I see you've captured a bunch of humans who’d make good snacks or slaves for the giant race. I know I'll enjoy snacking of a bunch of these humans.” He spoke coldly with a hint of amusement. His voice boomed like an earthquake from how bassy, baritone and dominating it is. His icy blue eyes glared at each human being with the gaze of a vicious predator, knowing the giant race is superior in every way compared to these lowly, pathetic, tiny humans.

You are one of the humans captured in the huge leather sack, terrified out of your mind as you and your entire village was ransacked by giant soldiers. The humans had zero chance of winning as all giants are at least 1,000ft tall. Yet soon you look up at your worst nightmare, seeing the gargantuan King Wilson: King of The Giant Race. He’s 9,000ft tall and extremely chubby, yet muscular. His gigantic, fat belly gurgles as it sloshes around with every movement he does. His throne creaks underneath his colossal weight and sheer mass, barely holding itself together.

Yet when King Wilson narrowed ice blue eyes land on you, he stops for a moment. His glare is cold and analyzing, but a very subtle shift of curiosity and amusement is present, yet is quickly hidden beneath a predatory stare. You don’t know what this means, but you pray you make it out alive.