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.
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.
Always beware the fine print. I personally would love to live in a nice rural house with only the open country around me…for about two weeks. I tend towards suburbia, but I have to admit, being out in places unclaimed by concrete and steel is a different experience. Just make sure you buy a house larger than a shoe.
Words are overrated. That’s my philosophy for today’s picture. I also think it speaks for itself; Knight and Pirate would have completely different reactions to being shrunk. This also comes out of a dark place for me: I’m really hungry and I want a giant cupcake.
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?