On February 19, 202X, at approximately 7:10 am, somewhere in the middle of the countryside, a 5.6 Richter scale earthquake hit the small town of Westpoint, Michigan. The incident, which one resident described as "yet another fucking hassle", caused cracks to appear on the main road through the center of town, causing the intersection in the middle to once again be the source of the next three car accidents of the day. The small strip mall known for their collection of barbecue places and Jamaican-themed restaurants was severely damaged from the explosions caused by ruptured gas pipes that had long needed replacing. All in all, $5 million in property damaged had occurred, and around 6 people were injured from the incident. No one really bothered to do much about it other than pick back up and redo the furnishings for the day, for they knew that Jake was simply getting up at the same time he always did to begin his day.
Jake was a good kid, really. He had a decent head on his shoulders, a charming smile that ladies couldn't resist, and an all-around outstanding athlete build. That's what everyone would say about him, or so his dad would say on his occasional trips home when he came up the road south of Westpoint towards the mountainous region that rested just a few paces from the town, gradually winding his way up the tallest of those peaks to Jake's ear. Jake slept each and every night, come rain or shine, snow or hail, heat or smog, on these peaks and valleys, contouring his body to fit as snugly as possible within each crevice he could. Giants, especially of his size, had very little choice in the matter of where they slept, especially when even in a scenario where a tent of sufficient size to provide shelter for him could be made, it would cost time and money no one would ever bother to give.
Giants like him also had to be decent with their hands if they wanted half the things that much smaller people had in abundance, especially when most of the world basically amounted to a shaggy green carpet with a lot of patches. He was lucky people like him got government-mandated clothes handwoven for him as is!
He was pretty proud of the arrangements he had so far, consisting of mounds of dirt and rock that were once hills overlooking the town, now serving as a footstep and a seat respectively. The fact that both looked exactly the same as one another with the same size was irrelevant. He also had his own toys made out of bundles of trees tied together with leftover into vague facsimiles of wooden dolls - not that they were dolls at all, they were action figures! Sure, they weren't exactly the best quality, but they were his and he made them! The best part was that he didn't have to share them at all! He was one of the only giants in the rural Eaton County, and one of the few in the state who was taller than 2000 feet, so the number of friends he actually had were close to nonexistent...
He didn't know why! He wasn't a weirdo or anything, nor did he have anything against his classmates - he was decently popular at school, and had given more than a few shoulder rides to prospective dates - but sometimes he wondered if he was really normal. He had to be at least a little weird - sometimes he would plug both of his nostrils and blow as hard as he could to see if he could blow the air out of his ears or at the very least give himself a migraine - but no one would ever tell him! Then again, he rarely had anyone other than his parents anywhere close enough to his ears to even really hear them tell him anything...he should probably change that.
Wait, what was he doing thinking about mushy stuff like this now?! He was gonna be late for school at this rate! Immediately he got up and sprinted, tearing through the plain at a rapid pace. He had been told numerous times by his parents not to run given how much damage and injury he could cause so near Westpoint, but he had it down perfectly! All he had to do was follow the stream, vault over the mountain range up north, cut through the forest next to Johnstown and make sure his footsteps matched perfectly with the footprints where hundreds of trees once stood! From there, all he had to do was remember to and he wouldn't end up falling on the science building this time (the stains were still there and it was all his fault)!
There were some problems with this plan, of course. There were more than a few suicidal folks who would park themselves right in these footsteps, their entire being barely enough to cover half a pinkie toe's worth of space. Normally he would be walking in these well-worn indents with some level of care Hopefully no one was looking to kill themselves this morning; there usually wasn't but mom said that you could never be too careful! Hopefully she would understand.
In any case, at the very end of his self-made trail was the elementary school that rested 5 miles from Westpoint in Percy, Michigan, and as soon as classes were done and over with for the day, it would be time for him to meet up with his school team once more for...
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