I gloriously, courageously and cunningly killed my first giant. Minus the glory, cunning and courage.
I seen a bonfire and a figure beside it, I thought to myself, 'Hey, I must go and investigate this immediately.' I went down and the figure wasn't some illusion of the flat plains with no end in sight and he really was a giant fucker. As he lurched at me with joy and murderous intent in his eyes I hightailed it out of there, not before I equipped my bow and started turning that cunt into a giant, smelly pincushion. Not fifteen minutes after the duel was initiated I stood proudly above the fallen beast with the spoils of war; 117 gold and boots, that should really have never fit me in the first place.
I decided not to dance with the mammoths.
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