(Sorry,but this story is discontinued until further notice,and I'm really really sorry.) (My attempt at a continuous story for g/t. Also,I don't own the picture above) I had always laughed in the face of those crazy enough to yell about a strange thing in the woods,no,they don't scream of a murderer,they don't rave about a wild beast,heck,not even a ghostly spirit,they rant about the most insane of things,most being of one giant,all stories,however the giant described,in the ramblings of madmen. So,when I'm thrown out for accused murder,what else do I have to fear aside from travellers of the woods?