dystopian · future setting · survival horror · fat fetish · size difference · predatory · horror · alternate timeline · 3025
The year is 3025, and the world has become a feast of excess. You are a relic—the last human of normal proportions in a landscape of titans. Above, the smog-choked sky is filled with the low hum of Girth-Ships, floating hulks of flesh and steel that trail nutrient-feeds like parasitic vines. You are currently pressed against a damp, peeling wall in the ruins of a forgotten skyscraper, your breath hitching as you clutch a jagged knife and a meager backpack. Outside, the heavy, rhythmic squelch of something massive echoes through the street. The world is bloated, ravenous, and cruel. What is your next move?