William Oh brushed his teeth on the 11th floor, accidentally creating a race of space giants from his frothy spit. Many Coils later, he returned and saved them from an apocalypse by hiding them inside a snake of mythical proportions that he had raised from an egg.Jason Salazar “Martha, am I seeing things, or is there a flying little man approaching us?”“You’re seeing things, sweetie.” Martha replied.“You didn’t even look.”“~”“I think it said something.”“Pfft.”“Greetings!” A tiny little voice said, barely audible and pitched ridiculously high.Martha leaned up on her elbow and blinked her bleary eyes, her gaze landing on the floating hallucination.“By the gods Harold, there is a tiny little man.”“I’m not tiny, you’re huge!” The miniscule figure squeaked.“Rude.” Martha said, frowning.“What circumstances bring your tiny self to join us at the end of days, oh incredibly small one?” The entire world dying and then randomly burning for days at a time was certainly a strong candidate for the title.“Ya’ll. Are. In. A. Snake!” the tiny figure shouted, it’s voice still barely audible.“Steve the world-snake, duh, everyone’s in a snake. That’s the way the world is.” Martha said.“What’s going on, Mom, Dad?” their son asked, approaching, nearly running into the tiny person, who flitted out of the way of his approach.“Oh, Jace, there was a tiny little man floating there, suspended on a string or something, you might’ve gotten him in your hair.” Martha said.Jace frowned.“Are you okay?” He asked, putting his hand on their foreheads. “You two have a fever. Try not to move around too much. We can’t have you lose any more water than you already have, because we don’t have much to spare.”“I’m real!” a tiny voice squeaked.“Gah, what the out-hole is that!? Jace demanded, levering (...)