A giant man, in all camo and a baseball cap loomed over the city. He was young, maybe 19 or 20, and smirked down at the tiny city. "Well look what we have here." He smiled as the city trembled at his boot-encased feet.
Brandon had worked hard all day, starting his day out early that morning hunting, then chopping wood, fixing his truck, and other heavy physical labor stuff, and was exhausted. He had ordered this tiny city to relax and unwind at the end of his days and was glad to see it fit in well. He was excited to use it.
Brandon reached down and pulled off his boot, his hot foot shuddering as it hit the cold air. His socks were worn, grey with age and damp as he reached his foot over into the city. He stomped it down near the edge, so he could get the other one off. The residents under and around the foot that survived gagged and vomited under the smell, it was a cheesy, oniony smell that was absolutely vile! The giant chuckled.
He wiggled his toes in the city as he looked down at them and decided what to do next.
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