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"A realistic, giant Santa Claus stomping on a gray, dystopian New York City."



Imagine a gloomy, gray-toned New York City skyline, where the usual hustle and bustle is replaced by a tense silence. The towering skyscrapers, which are typically gleaming with life, now stand as hollow remnants of a forgotten world, casting long shadows across the barren streets below.
In the distance, a massive, imposing figure emerges from the fog, growing larger with every passing second. It's Santa Claus—but not the jolly, plump figure of holiday cheer. This Santa is an enormous, towering creature, his red and white suit torn and worn by time and battle, his boots crushing entire city blocks with each heavy stomp.
His face is a mix of seriousness and mythic power, with a long, bushy white beard that sways like the tail of a beast. His eyes glow with an eerie, almost supernatural light, as he moves with surprising speed for his massive size. The once-gleaming sleigh now looks like a metallic wreckage, abandoned in the debris of a war-torn world.
Down below, tiny figures of people—survivors, maybe—run in all directions, trying to escape the colossal Santa's crushing path. His boots, lined with black soles, stomp down with earth-shaking force, sending shockwaves through cracked streets and breaking buildings in half like they were made of paper.
Above, the sky is a murky shade of gray, streaked with the occasional flash of lightning, adding to the dystopian, apocalyptic atmosphere. The air is thick with dust and the smell of burning rubble, as plumes of smoke rise from where his boots strike the city.
In the distance, the Empire State Building—usually a proud symbol of New York—is dwarfed by Santa’s towering presence. He swings his massive sack over his shoulder, now more of a weapon than a gift-giving tool, ready to continue his rampage across the city.
The scene is one of utter chaos, a twisted version of Christmas cheer, where the spirit of the holidays is obliterated by the overwhelming force of a creature too large, too powerful to be stopped.




Create a 3D realistic image. Imagine a gloomy New York City skyline, where the usual hustle and bustle is replaced by a tense silence. The towering skyscrapers, which are typically gleaming with life, now stand as hollow remnants of a forgotten world, casting long shadows across the barren streets below. In the distance, a massive, imposing figure emerges from the fog, growing larger with every passing second. It's Santa Claus—but not the jolly, plump figure of holiday cheer. This Santa is an enormous, towering creature, his red and white suit torn and worn by time and battle, his boots crushing entire city blocks with each heavy stomp. His face is a mix of seriousness and mythic power, with a long, bushy white beard that sways. His eyes glow with an eerie, almost supernatural red light, as he moves with surprising speed for his massive size. The once-gleaming sleigh now looks like rusted, green, metallic wreckage, abandoned in the debris of a war-torn world. Down below, tiny figures of people—survivors, maybe—run in all directions, trying to escape the colossal Santa's crushing path. His boots, lined with black soles, stomp down with earth-shaking force, sending shockwaves through cracked streets and breaking buildings in half like they were made of paper. Above, the sky is a murky shade of gray, streaked with the occasional flash of colorful lightning, adding to the dystopian, muted color, apocalyptic atmosphere. The air is thick with dust and the smell of burning rubble, as plumes of smoke rise from where his boots strike the city. In the distance, the Empire State Building—usually a proud symbol of New York—is dwarfed by Santa’s towering presence. He swings his massive sack over his shoulder, now more of a weapon than a gift-giving tool, ready to continue his rampage across the city. The scene is one of utter chaos, a twisted version of Christmas cheer, where the spirit of the holidays is obliterated by the overwhelming force of a creature too large, too powerful to be stopped.



"Remove the sleigh."




Sometimes simpler is better. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Loving this. What a great way to celebrate my birthday!!

Fuck the Yankees. Can you do one of these for LA too?

Anything for you, Jesus. Thanks for stopping by.

Do me a favor, though and close the friggin door when you leave next time.
It's drafty in here. What, were you born in a barn?!?

Please create a 3D realistic image of a giant Santa Claus stomping on a gray, dystopian Los Angeles. Santa has glowing red eyes, a long unkempt beard, and his red suit is dirty.


The setting is a dystopian Los Angeles, but not the sunny, palm-lined city you might be used to. Instead, the skyline is shrouded in smog, with towering, dilapidated skyscrapers. The streets are cracked, littered with remnants of a once-thriving city, and the atmosphere is heavy with a haunting red-tinted sky, as if it's perpetually sunset. Some of the iconic structures of Los Angeles, like the Hollywood Sign and the Griffith Observatory, are now rusted and decaying, barely recognizable.
In the center of this desolate city, a massive figure looms—Santa Claus, towering over the ruins like a monstrous giant. His frame is over 100 feet tall, casting a long, oppressive shadow across the broken streets. His skin is pale, weathered by time, with a deep, angry red tint to his glowing eyes. The eyes burn with an unnatural, malevolent light, like the embers of a long-extinguished fire. His eyes pierce through the thick smog, creating an eerie glow that seems to burn into the very soul of the viewer.
His once-immaculate red suit is now ragged and filthy, stained with soot and grime. The white trim around his coat is yellowed, and his black boots are scuffed and cracked. His thick black belt has large, rusted buckles, and it seems to strain under the bulk of his enormous body. Santa’s long, unkempt beard flows wildly, tangled with debris and fragments of shattered glass. A few strands of the beard whip in the harsh wind, adding to the unsettling and monstrous image of the giant.
With every step, his feet - enormous and covered in dust - stomp down hard onto the city below, causing shockwaves that ripple through the cracked pavement and send clouds of dust and ash billowing into the air. Cars and pieces of rubble are crushed beneath his heavy boots. The ground trembles with each movement, and small fires burn around his steps where sparks from the friction ignite fallen debris. The air is thick with smoke, making the scene even more ominous.
The towering Santa is framed by the wreckage of iconic LA locations - crushed cars, overturned billboards, and smashed storefronts. In the distance, you might see the broken remains of the LA skyline - twisted, half-collapsed structures that barely hold on to the remnants of the city.
The sky is overcast with dark clouds, the red hue of the atmosphere painting everything in a surreal, apocalyptic light. Lightning occasionally flickers, adding to the chaotic energy of the scene.
Small, scattered groups of survivors are seen in the corners of the frame, dwarfed by the immense size of Santa Claus, looking up in terror or fleeing in panic.


remove the signs. add a rusted green sleigh with santa's sack overflowing with evil dolls


please make the sleigh appear more rusted