Yeah, there was no way you'd be climbing the cleats. The stench was potent, overwhelming, and all together unpleasant. The sneakers, however, hardly had a smell to them. That alone was worth the extra effort involved. No point climbing the shoe if the odor keeps you from thinking straight.
Odd, you thought to yourself. Converse brand shoes. Even giant sized alternate realities have such recognizable brands. Above the scuffed sole, the black fabric was emblazoned with the familiar All-Star logo. You couldn't help but wonder if you really were in a different world, or if you simply shrunk. It wasn't the time for such thoughts, but it'd be something to ponder later.
The actual climb of the shoe was a lot less difficult than expected. It was an older sneaker, frayed and beat. Tiny threads and notches served as a perfect climbing surface, and in a surprisingly short time you were on top of the shoe. It was impressive (and a little disheartening) to see that the shoe didn't bend even a little under your weight.
As you looked around, you realized the whole idea to climb was bust. The surrounding shoes that you'd already identified towered over the little sneaker; you could see past them in the slightest. After all that work, you knew nothing more.
Sighing, you sat down on the shoe's tongue. Maybe there was some info on the shoe's label? You peer into the shoe. Anything on the insole was worn away, leaving only faded smudges. However, the tag on the back of the tongue did have letter's on it. From here, you couldn't read them. If you just leaned forward a bit further...
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