Megalodon on my Mind

I’ve been thinking about monsters lately.

My worlds are not bereft of monsters. There are the traditional, otherworldly creatures made of the gathered parts of various “real” creatures, ancient beasts and the “modern” monster of man varying from the calculating manipulator to the chaotic motiveless evil.

I’ve always held with the belief that motiveless evil, that for evil’s sake is the absolute worst kind. You can’t defend against it, you can’t predict it. It will get you. When we understand the motives of a being, villains become less an iconic object d’arte and more human. They have fears, wants, loves and desires. These are the items that make villains endearing or even worse, not villains at all.

So the eight-foot tall jaws of a megalodon have gone up for sale and I find myself thinking what was it like to be that big? What did you do at that size? Eating is a priority, small spaces a pain, the life of yourself and others like you depend on food so much that whole colonies of small food could be downed by you in an instant.

Evil? No. But it makes me wonder about giants. Mythical humanoids that tower over our imaginations. How could they live with crops so small? If they could live with Dinos and Mega monsters, were they just simple creatures easy to kill?

In mythology, giants are usually aspects of forces of nature, earthquakes, blizzards and ice storms, tornados, and floods. They are insurmountable beings that cannot be stopped or cowed.

But evil then?