Your enormous body has crushed thousand of people. You wake up and get up standing. Your right foot lay violently on the outskirts, stamping on thousand of survivors in the forgetfulness. Your left foot instead towers in the country. You begin to walk. You try to place your feet on the small city in manner to stamp on most possible. You see a highway full of fugitives and you decide to follow it. Walks above the highway slowly, putting a foot behind the other like on a rope. Hunderds cars crunch under your weight, smearing the poor human content under your sole. Then you arrive to another city.
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