Our old world has been trampled, buried and forgotten. Paved over by the pounding feet (most bare, some shod) of our new rulers. They will soon erect their new world atop the trodden relics of our past. All that remains of our old world are the skeletal remnants of where our buildings once stood, *for now*...no one knows *where* these giant women came from, but they are indeed human. They use giant bikes or walking for travel around Earth. *You* are a lone survivor amidst the *takeover.* 