Gigantic Supply

The giant Oyazar hit on a great scheme. He kicked his way through the mountains and charged the humans a toll for using the pass he made. His work and smarts made him rich in goats.
His wealth was not ignored by the other giants, who rushed to trample out their own passes. The fools leveled the whole range, they made it a plain, they ruined Oyazar's business and got none of their own. He wished the worst upon them and said everything he could, but he knew better than to talk all day instead of doing.
His next job was raising cities for the humans, great things with walls, and as many fortunes as they paid him they knew it was cheaper than doing it themselves. It was a good career, but the other giants ruined that too by competing instead of colluding. Before anyone could count them all humans had cities everywhere they wanted them at lower prices than they should have brought in. Oyazar was back to selling off his goats.
"Those oafs! They've got to be handled!" He went on in that way to a clever human he had met in his wall-building.
"Now that I've heard the whole thing, pay me one or two of those fortunes, you won't miss them, and I'll tell you how to fix those giants up."
Oyazar liked the plot as much as any of his own. His friend acted out paying him while they were near wells. When the other giants found out, they were always spying of course, they gave the friend a bit to find out what it was for and heard it was for sinking wells straight down, just stomping the earth out of the way faster than what any shovel could do. They offered the same service to every hamlet they came across, dug deep down, and all drowned or starved before they remembered to make sure they could get back up.
After that Oyazar was the last giant. He did things only giants could do and earned plenty of goats.
Finis

The Sad Reality of Magic Talking Swords

You think you're getting a true companion that's either comic relief or whispering that you need to kill, but you're more likely to end up with a sword programmed with a few lines the magesmith thought were cool.

Space Colonization Motivation

While economically questionable, human migration will definitely occur when people get tired of having just one internet that's entirely bots.

Elevation Derivation

In order to figure out whether magic works better at high or low altitudes, you'll have to figure out if magic comes from the earth's core or the moon. Obviously it's going to come from both, right? But then you have to decide whether your main character wields both or neither, and that's going to depend on countless factors such as your mood. Actually that's the only one.

Addendum

Naturally, somebody stuck with a talking animal companion should belong to a different alignment for the contrast.

The New Elemental/Alignment/Power System

Dog, Cat, Bird, Rat. I think you all know what each signifies.

Ax Renaissance

I know many of you want to be daring iconoclasts by giving your main character an ax, but when it comes down to it, your courage fails you. All right, try this: The main character is a puppet character. The puppet has the ax. Boom!

A Fair Start For Posterity

"The kingdom flourishes! Piracy has been suppressed, bandits with few exception are dead or reformed, and the ancient evil has again been sealed. What is more, the treasury is at its capacity. Therefore, my subjects, your taxes for the next three years will be collected not in currency, but in items which future generations will find useful."
They say the king himself crossed the realm, placing potions in chests and lockpicks in barrels as he went. Smiths and magical artisans had leisure to develop their skills to perfection that they might fashion arms and amulets for which that halcyon period had no use, which is why they're all at full durability.
"But what about the chickens, fish, and things like that I find in ruins sometimes?"
Another age yet is the source. We will speak of it again when you have gained a little more experience.
Finis

The Superior Modern-Day Reading Experience

VR reading, except instead of having a virtual book in front of you as simple as that, there's someone sitting at a desk reading a book and you virtually read over his simulated shoulder.

Addendum

Regardless, a society constructed along such lines will eventually require a census to determine the size of each contingent, and oh boy, I bet the people responsible will get into some real fixes.