Привет, Koloss. Still crushing castles? Koloss_74: No. Tired. My back hurts. User2: Where are the other giants? Koloss_74: Gone. Asleep. Or they walked into the sea. I don’t know. User1: Why are you still here? Koloss_74: [Long pause. He picks up a pine tree and eats it like a celery stick.] The internet. You people. You talk to me. No one else does.
He is broadcasting live to an audience of three. giants being lonely ok ru
The video opens with grainy, late-2000s digital noise. A massive, weathered face fills the frame. His skin is the color of old stone, etched with canyons instead of wrinkles. He is sitting on what appears to be a mountaintop, but the camera angle reveals it’s actually just his shoulder. Привет, Koloss
But me? I just post. Photos of my breakfast (three deer, a tractor). Videos of me fixing my torn tunic with a crane. Sometimes I cry. The camera doesn’t shake when I cry. That’s the worst part. Koloss_74: Gone
The Last Giant on OK.RU
“When you are 150 feet tall, silence is the loudest thing in the world. My footsteps shake the earth for a mile, but no one answers. My voice can break clouds, but it only echoes off empty valleys.