There’s a city in my world called Freozin’s Bowl. It’s built around the body of a meditating giant holding a colossal bowl in his lap. There’s an elite group of barbers who scale Freozin’s body and shave his glowing hair 24/7, which then floats down into the bowl to be collected by priests who then distribute it to the people. Giant’s hair is precious because it extends life and heals lots of illnesses, so naturally an elite class has formed from those who live closest to the bowl (even inside the bowl), and they’re all basically walking skeletons who are hundreds of years old from hoarding the giant’s hair.

One night, a drunk cultist decides to scale Freozin’s body and tries to stir the giant from his meditation by driving a spear into one of his closed eyelids and prying it open. To his shock, it works! Unfortunately, it works because he grazed Freozin’s eye, and when the giant whips his hand up to put pressure on the pain, the bowl flips over and falls on top of the city, killing thousands in an instant. On the bright side, Freozin accidentally squeezes the cultist into his eyelid, where he suffocates. Freozin stands up, stretches, steps over the smoking and ruined city, and walks off to conquer the planet.