In a open-wide white abyss there lay a single man. His height could not defined as such due to a lack of any size comparison. Though, proportion-wise, he would be considered a little short. He had short black hair and a plain face. His eyes were brown, nothing particularly striking, his skin somewhat light-brown and parts of his body had barely visible scars, such as his arms. He was quite a skinny fellow and his loose-baggy clothing of a too-long white t-shirt and gray sweat pants. You can't even see his feet. His thick-rimmed black glasses, with part of his glass (From his left) was partially damaged in the lower part of it and was repaired with glue while the right temple of his glasses had some sort of brown translucent tape wrapping parts of it.

He began to idle around the place. From walking around, running, and pretty much doing the most random of actions, he eventually stopped and whistled into the blank space. While looking around, he stared in a particular direction of the abyss, right at you, and scratched the back of his neck. He now got an idea after staring at his observers,

“Well then” He brought out a pencil and started drawing some random environment in the blank canvas. And by draw, I meant materialize, very quickly, in the fashion of a simple rough-sketch to a full 3-D, colored, and physical representation of what thought he could muster. In this instance, he was thinking of forests, so he began creating the trees, grass, and maybe the sky if he could figure how out to manage that.

While drawing out the scenery, he began to speak, “Creating stories can be a pain in arse” He had a certain accent, surprisingly not Australian nor British, but something of a mixture of several, which may sound odd to most people. “Sometimes you can easily muster up a masterpiece of a work or something so entertaining it makes people crave more or re-read. Other times you can just be stuck in a lead cage with a strong lock upon it and people just stare at you from outside and slowly move away from you with heads down” He just created a lake which he promptly jumped into it. Not much time passed did he immediately run out in a hurry, drenched and all, while spitting out water “Crap, I forgot I can't swim” He materialized a rocket and then strapped himself to the side of it “Hm...At this point, you are getting absolutely bored and dull with this current piece, are you not?” Eventually he made the rocket stop somewhere among where the clouds were supposed to be, relative to the ground anyway, and he started making the sky-box. “Well, don't worry, that is what time skips are for...Wait how do you make time cards?”

Several hours later “Never mind, I found it”

Among what this man had created, he was glad that the drawings came with their intended scent and the wind became natural with the environment. From our view behind him, on the edge of a cliff, he enjoyed the sun, which he managed to create somehow, basked in the beautiful scenery and delved into the emotions evoked by the peaceful atmosphere. He took a deep breathe and said “Okay...Now that this generic scenery is done, how about we start where you wanted to see” He looked over his shoulder at us “Shall we?” He looked forward across the landscape and just stared as the land started to move and shift, grand rumbling so powerful that even the strongest of foundations would have collapsed and people in another land may have felt it.

In the distance, many birds could be seen flying high into the air. If one had good enough sight, then one may see the wood-land creatures fleeing for their lives. Slowly, the earth below the forest began to rupture. Across the land itself, something began to rise from the underground. As the giant form started to rise, what started to reveal itself first were dark-colored brown arms that absolutely dwarfed skyscrapers with hands that easily crushed scores of trees; a head with long black hair with several types of dirt, rock, and plant roots strewn all over and considerably falling, darkened skin that was endlessly caked with earth, stone, and plant-life and a back large enough to practically support entire villages or several city blocks, but instead supports said plant life such as trees that seemingly are apart of her. Her breasts were nothing to simply gawk at, but merely to both fear and admire. Such breasts, despite being covered and practically welded with the earth, were beautiful with an almost perfect shape; Nothing too large or small, in relevance anyway.

With the upper-half now revealed, the earthen giantess pressed down and dug in upon the earth, causing great cracks beneath, and her lower body started to emerge. Her buttocks came up from under, well shaped and all, then her long powerful legs, quite an eye opener for people for leg-fetishes, and finally her feet that, like her hands, could and will pulverize practically anything in a matter of milliseconds. Like the rest of her body, it was crusted with earth and if one were to image this magnificent creature without all the earthen fluff, then she might as well been a goddess with her grand proportions. That is if her grandiose size didn't hand her the title already.

Upon the entirety of whomever could witness her full height, they all felt and saw a surreal scene, both terrifying by curious fear and frightening abstract beauty. The sunlight and cloud cover conveyed such emotions even more. While the observers watched the earthen giantess, she started to move. Though albeit a little slow, considering her overbearing size the speed did not matter in the slightest. The first contact on the earth resulted in a strong and solid resounding vibration that could be felt by nearby people, in which case the man we are following staggered a bit before regaining balance. Every time a foot fell, large amounts of trees and earth were compressed considerably and the area around them were displaced by the shock wave. As the foot passed by trees, the wind following the lower body would slightly move the vegetation or even break them depending on their strength. Due to her passive strolling and her enormous height, her feet kicked up massive amounts of dirt into the air; Practically creating a dust storm all around her, but mostly behind. In the upper body, the wind around the figure became distorted and as such caused some irregularities among the natural wind patterns in the immediate area. This made whatever debris that flew into the air to veer off into some unpredictable direction.

The man we are following had begun matching his center of balance to be in tune to the rhythmic footfalls of the gigantic earthen being, whom was walking towards an undisclosed direction. He turned around at us and said, with a big grin on his face, “Now then, shall we follow our little friend?” He had created a helicopter, for no reason whatsoever a military-styled Chinook and even it's own helicopter pilot. He got on the aircraft and asked the pilot, while pointing for emphasis, “Follow that earthen giantess!” The pilot looked at him, though covered by his helmet, dumbfounded

“Are you mad, man?” The man we followed stared at the pilot and pressed his finger against the helmet,

“Oi, I literally created you, why in the hell aren't you listening?” The pilot grabbed his hand,

“Because your imagination is this insane and thorough” The unnamed man cocked his head and pressed his balled up off-hand against the underside of his chin,

“Ah...How much money?” The pilot immediately went to his controls and started piloting the helicopter. Due to the wind current displacement around the giantess, and for safety and caution sake, the pilot kept his distance. Though, one can see her from several kilometers or miles away so it wasn't much of an issue.

The man we had followed, the nameless one who was sitting in the back but near the front was looking up at the ceiling and thinking, “So...Would it be better for it to be a inland city or coastal? Or should it be an earlier time like the Romans or middle ages?” Then he realized the Chinook he was in “Ha! What a mix of genres...” Then he realized that he had forgotten a key component of the story...The introduction to his character, a proper one. As such, he stood up from his seat, look in the direction of where ever we decided to perceive him from, and bowed down slightly with left arm outstretched behind, “Hello there, my name is of no concern, but if I had to name myself...Maybe Morpheus would be appropriate...No...Maybe...” He smacked himself in the head “Crap, I did not think this through at all”

A bright sun bathed the land in light as the shadow of the giantess delved parts of it in a menacing darkness. It is, as of this moment, unknown why she chose this direction, but time would tell...Or when the man we follow figures out if he should breach entire time lines, go for traditional routes of giantess stories, or merely screw with a particular goddess in another story...Who knows. As of now, the helicopter is following her until a significant destination is reached...

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What our unnamed protagonist was doing during the time skip-

The man, while sitting in an open clearing among the forest thicket, was contemplating on what to do with this newfound world. He raised his arms into the air and fell back upon the lush, fresh and pure grass. His facial expression was that off someone who was having passive-aggression and frustration. That was when some random deer came up to him, one of the many creatures he created, whose face was directly over his own. It breathed out at him and he could smell the pungent odor of it's breathe. That was when he created a gas mask and wore it over his face. Absolutely determined to not let anything disturb his train of thought, he did the most sensible thing one could do in this situation.

The deer sensed some ungodly blood lust and began to run away even if it meant breaking it's own legs. When it went into the thicket, the bored man created a minigun and 10 large cases of ammunition to ensure that he will hit something. He aimed the massive weapon in the general direction of the deer and started to spray and pray.

Although the bullets would not necessarily or typically have the capability to cut down trees...In this case the laws of gun mechanics was utterly broken. Bullet hell ran through the tree line as if each and every single round was fired by an automatic railgun. Before the bullet holes could even cool down, most trees were more than likely brought down. As for the deer...Well it was likely to be dead, in overkill fashion no less. After he stopped firing, the man planted the minigun straight into the ground and observed his handiwork. Once photo frame worthy scenery was now a representation of American Democracy at it's finest.

There was a long line of pure destruction that may have been spotted from far away if one were to look at a certain angle. A distinct cut-off between life and death was present and not many things were recognizable from the gun-clearing, except maybe the tree stumps. The man breathed in heavily, removed his gasmask, and fell backwards with both his hands at the back of his head.

“I'll fix that later” He said to himself as he tried his hardest to figure out what to do with a large expansive world. Then it hit him, out of the blue, after delivering hell upon earth. He clapped once, jumped up, and landed on his feet. He now knew what to do with his storyline.

He had begun going deep into the ground to accomplish his idea...