The house will be there forever. This barbecue will end, and with it your chance to gather supplies from it. The decision should be obvious to your survival-focused mentality.
Settling your gear easier on the shoulders of your three-quarter inch tall form, you begin your trek through the towering blades of grass that make up this back garden. You have no doubt that they have been trimmed carefully short by this proud homeowner, yet they still provide an ample cover for you to move around.
Keeping the gigantic cook-master to your left, you move in the direction of the rumbling noise the other titans are creating. Before you get sight of them, you reach the terminus of this lawn, the great greenery giving way to a neatly laid series of tiles. Across this open space you can behold numerous crude, plastic chairs, each one impossibly supporting what seems like thousands of tons of flesh.
An entire family of godlike beings, of a variety of ages. You spare no time on details; one giant foot is much the same as any other when it is stepping on you. The only important thing: there are giants there, and they are dangerous.
Their food they hold in their hands, or else place on a garden table. Some have paper plates, and leave them on the ground alongside plastic cups of soft drinks. Behind them, open bags of burger buns sit waiting to be picked up when the chef provides the meat. Crumbs lie scattered around, careless morsels abandoned by beings too big to even notice them.
So, there are plenty of options for where you wish to try and secure your first meal in your shrunken life...
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