One wrong move and they’ll cut you down from the knees.
Here’s my logic. If there exists a world of stick-people, surely there must exist a world their size. That makes sense, right?
I wonder what it would be like to be giant walking through a forest. I think it might be like stepping on a bunch of pointy twigs, but I’d also be really afraid of stepping on someone. Either way, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about mosquitoes.
Size does matter.
Let’s talk warfare. I’m not a general. Or a soldier. Or even that smart. But while the stick people might have laser guns, I can see that even a tank wouldn’t stop someone as relatively large as Pirate.
I mean, sure a bullet would hurt, but even a missile probably wouldn’t do much damage with such a big difference in size. It’s probably like being hit by a firecracker. Anyways, Pirate is scary to small people.
Cuteness is inversely proportional to height.
Knight is taller than Pirate, but how tall is that? I haven’t ever worked out the exact heights involved here, but I’d say Knight might be pushing 5 feet, whereas Pirate’s an inch or two shorter. Stick people are probably about a foot tall. Myself? I’m half an inch away from 6 feet. I look down on all these midgets.
In the end, it’s not the size the counts, but how big you dare to dream. Then again, it’s probably a good thing stick people aren’t huge if this is what they want to do. But if you were constantly in danger of being squashed, wouldn’t you want a little revenge?
Good thing they can’t tell what he’s dreaming of.
The snow-war is over…but it looks like there’s a few minor irritants left. Too bad about the height difference, really.
Not a good day for this snowman.
Pirate is short. Rabbit is short even for a rabbit. But when you get smaller, they get a whole lot scarier! Ever seen a bug at close range? Point proven.
The cheese doesn’t stand alone!