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I figured you servants would want to see my boots after a visit to the dump this morning.
Surveying the damage after work...
I squashed a micro city today while I was clearing out an old warehouse. The residents had built their city in a back storage room that had been neglected for a while. The owner of the warehouse recently decided to reutilize the space and hired me to clear out all the clutter and spruce the space up.
I was vigorously lifting and lugging old debris, barrels, furniture and all sorts of random stuff. At one point, I was moving a huddle of old rusty paint cans and came across the tiny city. It was tucked away between a gap in the stacks of paint cans atop a thick layer of dirt and debris.
I studied the metropolis for a brief moment, taking in the details of buildings and city street grid. It was pretty simple and small. I’d come across some cities which were really big and really detailed, but this one wasn’t really much of anything.
Disappointed that I wouldn’t be taking home any cool souvenirs, I decided to get back to work. I stood up and squashed the city flat as I reached over to grab another paint can.
I'm curious to see if there are any survivors in my boot treads.
Arthur pauses for just a moment as he descends the steps. Just below him lays an entire urban area, completely covering the next step below him. Further down on other steps include suburbs, farms, towns, and more all awaiting him. He makes a brief mental note before he continues down. His massive tread crush thousands of homes, schools, temples, and more without a care or second thought.
The native people of this island are all tiny, like the runts beneath Arthur. Completely incapable of defending themselves, often incapable of even getting out of the way. When Arthur’s ancestors arrived 200 years ago the tiny natives were forced to flee, to hide, to eek out a living on whatever undesirable hidden space they could find. Today this includes small caves and crevices, ant farms in giant’s rooms, and abandoned buildings, such as the settlement Arthur just discovered.
Arthur now owns the lot, and intends to tear down everything here to build some condos. His inspection is the only eviction notice the runts will receive. Soon more work boots, owned by dozens of strong burly men that look like Arthur will march onto the site and destroy the tiny nation, continuing a cycle going strong for the last 200 years. The massive White giant doesn’t even know, or care, that the settlement he just trod on was one of the largest the runts managed to build since the arrival of his ancestors.
Sometimes tensions can run high during a game, Alex Avila knew that well. Alex was having an off game, it happens, but the scores were nearly tied, and as he went up to bat some of the stands boo’d him in preparation. Alex couldn’t take it, he turned to face the stands and grew, bigger and bigger, meanwhile the drunk hecklers grew silent.
At a 1,000ft even, Alex lifted his cleat above the stands “Shut the fuck up” he ordered before stomping down. He aimed his cleat for wherever the most noise was coming from a second ago, crushing half of the stadium and their fans before he was satisfied. Alex turned back to the plate, returning to his normal size. “Let’s play ball!” he yelled out to the pitcher, scraping his cleat along the dirt to brush debris and gore off his cleat.
Aside from the shock, those few crying in the stands, and the new respectful demeanor of the fans, the game continued as normal, in the end, the White Sox won.
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After a long day of stomping around, I decided it was time to take a break from city smashing. I found a remote spot on the outskirts of the county and sat down to take off my boots. My feet were killing me and I desperately needed to air them out. I also needed to air out my humant insoles and swap them out for a new group of humants, who were trapped inside of a subway train I’d saved from my latest rampage.
I took off one boot and then the other, laughing as a few surviving humant insoles tumbled out onto the mountain. Next came the socks. As my hands slowly peeled off each sock, I could hear the screams of my prisoners getting louder and louder. After removing both socks, I ordered my surviving servants to rub my feet. They did the best that they could with such tiny hands, but it wasn’t satisfying enough. Their little arms could only reach about a third of the way up my massive soles. Even if they got out ladders and scaffolding, it would take them hours to get the job done.
I sat quiet and stared at my tiny servants, all the while wondering how I could expedite this process. I reached over and grabbed the subway train jammed with people and decided to take on a little experiment. I dumped the inhabitants of the train out onto the mountain beside my army of foot servants. Without much warning to my servants, I picked up my giant foot and set it down firmly on top of their tiny bodies. As I pinned the insignificant little organisms between my sole and the rock face, their screams began to escalate. I began to move my foot back and forth and rolled their little bodies against the mountaintop.
The feeling was sensational and I felt immediate relief. Needless to say, I was much more satisfied this time around than I was with my servant army’s pathetic first attempt.
Photography and narrative by Overlord Keystone.
Airing out my size 13′s after work.
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Giant American feet, size 13.
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Crawl over here and lick these clean.
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A giant American overlord and foot master airing out his big feet after a long day at work.
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Giant Soldier 76 - Tight Spot (Crush) by gt-and-videogames
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It was February, and Keystone had recently landed some work as a subcontractor for a redevelopment company. The company is run by giant men from Keystone’s home planet. It specializes in purchasing and redeveloping property on smaller planets within their galaxy. The company sends scouts out into space in search of unclaimed territories or territories claimed by significantly inferior forces. The company has Keystone working on a project which involves leveling out a couple of micro cities to make way for a new vacation retreat for the CEO of a large insurance company. It was Friday, and Keystone had been looking forward to this day all week. The company has been trying to meet an important deadline and the entire team had been working overtime hours since Monday. Workers battled snow and freezing cold conditions all week. The company appreciated the work the giant men put in and gave each of them a little reward for their dedication and hard work: sock warmers. The company gave Keystone a blue trunk which contained several little buildings, each loaded with tiny people. The company had spared a large section of one of the micro cities to be destined as sock warmers for their giant workmen. Keystone lumbered in the door after work with his trunk, eager to break in his new sock warmers. Keystone opened the trunk and saw all of the little buildings accompanied by a set of instructions. The instructions stated to start by taking out two buildings; one building for each foot. Open the doors of each building and dump the mant contents into your socks. Gently smother the mants inside of the socks with your hands until you notice a rapid decrease in movement. Next, place your socks in front of a heater or use a blow dryer to warm them up. After a few minutes check for signs of any squirming mants. Once the mants stop squirming in both socks, you’re ready to enjoy your new sock warmers! Keystone quickly busted out two buildings and dumped scores of screaming mants into his socks. He laid his socks down on the table and gently mushed the mants down, causing them all to become lifeless. The goal here was not to squish them. Then, he laid his socks by the heater and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. After a while he pulled his socks away and slid them on. He immediately felt a warming sensation in his toes followed by the rest of his foot as he slid the sock up. The sock warmers really worked! Keystone’s toes were nearly numb from being out in the cold most of the day and he finally felt relief. Hundreds of lifeless mants were now providing comfort to the giant workman. Keystone downed a few more beers and decided to take out more buildings from the case. He decided to have a little bit of fun with the mants and he wanted to see just how afraid they really were of him. He set the buildings down on the floor and pulled out some other buildings and a train track that he had gotten as a reward from another contractor he worked for on a different job. Once the little neighborhood was set up, Keystone opened the front door of one of the buildings with his giant fingers. He barked orders for the mants inside to evacuate the building or he would crush them all. The mants obeyed and flooded into the streets where they were greeted by Keystone’s massive socked feet, which were still full of former citizens turned sock warmers. Keystone toyed with the little people a bit with his massive feet. He played with them for a few minutes while listening to them beg and plead for their lives. Keystone relished in his power for a moment before becoming bored with his crying subjects. He crushed a few of them to death before stomping off to the kitchen to get another beer.
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