Three Knitted Giant Ties

[grimmdark]

Around Mayfield, daytime. Open to all.

[There is a giant Rose walking down the street. Streets, sometimes. She seems to be pretty calm considering she's suddenly bigger than she could ever be, but this is Rose we are talking about. At least her clothes grew with her. God bless long concealing 50's skirts and stupidly long dark socks too.

Perhaps you see her pass? Perhaps she stood on your car. Or maybe she's about to squish you to death? Either way you should let her know. Out of all the weirdness going on she doesn't really mind this bit that she has to live through. She's almost smiling without trying to hiding it, even, but that's mostly because only the rest of the giant population would be able to tell, and those are easy to spot.]

Comments

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Then I guess I oughta thank you for your magnanimous professionalism. I don't make a habit of accepting hand outs but I guess I have no choice in the matter. But alright you go on knitting some magical cursed socks or whatever that's cool. Everyone needs a hobby.

I dunno if cinema has taught us anything isn't it that kids always abuse newfound power to settle petty grudges. Why don't we go wreck the school or something?

[grimmdark]

Consider your appointment mentally noted on my equally imaginary book of dates. Perhaps you would want a pair yourself? I can easily surpass the taste of any piece of cloth this town might pretend to outfit you with.

That is a most capital idea. On our way, then.

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Only if the socks are woven from the finest of threads, meticulously prepared and hunted from the hides of mythical hell beasts. Otherwise what's the point.

Sweet this is totally like that shitty ass movie with Billy Crystal and his giant friend. Except you're like 10 times bigger than that dude.