You’re Alex Richards, you are 25 years of age. You are of average height and have a lithe build. You have brown eyes and brown wavy hair that reaches to your earlobes. You're somewhat laid back, not bothered by much. While social enough to run your business, you never really saw the point of going to bars or clubs. You dated a few girls in high school but nothing worked out.
You manage to make your love of bikes into a job. You own a small business where you repair, sell and make bikes yourself. You live in a small Resort town. Many of your customers are guests looking for rentals or, locals, and businesses looking for new bikes and repairs.
You live on the outside of town. Too many tickets meant you had to bike back home. Your love of bikes did not eclipse your love for the comfort from the snow that currently blankets the ground. You leave your shop early after a slow day and head home. As you leave the edge of town and enter the sounding woods. You counted the days till you can be sheltered from the snow again. The only lights around were from the moon and the one you installed on the bike. You rounded the corner and stopped. You flipped over your handles and landed on the hard concrete. The only thing that stopped you from falling off the cliff was the cold hard metal guardrail. “Cough” you lay for a moment. “What was…?”. You pushed yourself to your back. That was when you knew what to see. For it was massive. At least fifty feet in height. Due to your fall, you could not focus enough to see what it was. Just before you passed out. You saw a large hand reaching for you.
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You wake up. You lifted your hand to your throbbing head. When you placed your hand onto your head you felt it. Strange silicon-like material on your head. “What the?” you look round the room. Everything was much bigger. The bed you're in was the only thing “your size” but everything else made you look not more than an inch tall. “Man, I must have really hit my head.” Just then you see the door open and out comes a…
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