Jane and I can t believe how well this village has been doing under our giantess care. We tower over this 1 inch tall beings, as they helplessly try to flee below us, knowing the fate they are to endure if caught up in our grasps. Some will be chosen, and so will be lucky to live another day. Jane and i are starving. We love coming in a for a hunt to pillage when we are starving like this. It makes it more fun, and the fear makes them taste to much better. They may be kicking and screaming, but that does not stop us from using them for all our own pleasures and to satisfy our aching hunger. Just so tender, so tasty. Who will get to live and who will get eaten?
