That place being Giantess.com. There was this game I concocted using letters of the alphabet. I first played it at Shrinking Fantasies dot something (anybody remember that place?), and even though there were only about four people that visited that board, the game thread got a pretty decent response. I then played it a couple of times at GDC, and every time I was extremely diverted at the varied and colorful imagination of the participating members.
The thread was about letters of the alphabet. I started with “a”, introduced a word that began with it, and constructed a mini-story using that word. Of course the story had to do with giantesses or shrunken men or both. The next person followed with “b”, and his own little scene, and so on until we reached “z”, and started it all over again from “a”. Quite a few people got in on the action, so that each game had some serious amount of participation.
I was thinking about it last night as I prepared some chicken marinade. I was thinking about what to add to my blog now that I don’t have a lot of time to create entries, so those games popped into my mind. Clever chit that I am, I saved them, so here’s something from one of them accompanied by a collage I haven’t created, but that I insist goes well with it.
P is for Peaceful, the gentle giantess that covers the shape of little homes with her rounded shadow, and within the sphere of her protection and tender care for those weak and small. She treads roads and streets as softly as she can with feet as large as trucks, cracking the pavement anyway, but she’s forgiven quickly by those that must speed off and repair those giant zigzagging openings on the ground, because they know she’s there for them.
Softly she bends to peer into buildings and homes, smiling to see little scenes of daily life that fascinate her in their impossible size, or making her rise her eyebrows if she witnesses violence, which always stops when its perpetrator feels the wind stir and become warmer around them as she focuses her attention and temporary anger. Peaceful even in the discipline she dispenses, quiet in the justice she administers to those she catches committing violent crimes… those that are never seen again.
Her voice is soft, her demeanor calm, her life uneventful, until a violent giantess invades her territory. Then all hell breaks lose as they fight, no building is left standing, and hundreds of thousands of people die crushed as the two battle. But at least it happens in the name of Peace.