Fuck. Giants.

So there I was, just a-minding my own business. Heading to Mzulft to start gathering Dwarven ingots for a serious smithing binge. I had been hearing a dragon roaring and flapping its wings somewhere past Kynesgrove, but hadn't seen it anywhere. I was passing by the hot springs when I noticed a Giant camp, and a Blood Dragon flying just east of it.

Of course, as soon as the bastard notices me, he wings it so he can Yol Toor Shul me in the face. He lands, right near the giants camp and we all start swinging at it, 3 Giants and me. He's quickly brought down to half-health (Grand Soul enchantments are beast) and starts flying again, realising perhaps his one advantage is the air, and starts strafing runs with his fire breath. Just as I've equipped my ice destruction magic, and start taking aim at the bastard I suddenly realise that I'm flying high enough to see all of Skyrim. I realise what happened. Those traitorous Giant motherfuckers smacked me the instant they lost sight of the much bigger target and sent me sailing into the air.

I was enraged. We had just then been working towards a common goal, destroying something that came to try and kill us both, while I had meant them no harm at all to them or their mammoths. Well, that's all changed now. I hereby declare war on the territorial s'wits. I am going to wreck each and every Giant's shit until they are no more. Because they don't give a fuck about me no matter what good I tried to help them with, I don't give a fuck anymore either.

TL;DR, Skyrim Giants are not BFGs so much the homicidal kind of giant found in Jack and the Beanstalk, and shortly following this message are to become extinct.

TL;DR the TL;DR, fuck Giants.