You sigh as you sit on your bed in your designated tiny dormitory room, looking out the window at the gigantic college which sat just outside. You saw giant feet stomp around the large Iron gate securing your protection, as students and faculty stroll along to wherever their schedule required them to be. You felt sorrowful, as you were cursed with the shrinking virus from a young age, but luckily fell into a kind family rather than one that would take your disadvantage and exploit your height. They had saved up enough to send you to one of the finest universities in the state, blissfully unaware of all the dangers present for students of short nature.

It seemed like not a week could pass by without someone you knew from the tiny community being kidnapped, or eaten, or just stepped on by a drunk sorority girl wandering by at night. The college didn't seem to care, and the government sure as hell didn't either. Every time there was a protest for tiny rights, some other group just came up and quarreled the rebellion quite quickly. That wasn't all norms though, there was some nice ones who genuinely wanted to take care of you. This often lead to some strange, pet complex between these norm activists and their tiny companions.

As for you, you generally kept to yourself, not bothering anyone who could take you home with them in a single motion. You had a relatively normal social life, but you don't normally hang out at norm locations due to the dangers which await. But for now, you sit in your bed and think, before deciding to go out and
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June 3, 2023
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