The ground shook violently and the skies darkened bringing absolute chaos and unrest to the numerous tribal villages across the land – a group of impossibly large predators loomed over them in a show of immense and impossible power. The colossal beasts themselves were ruthless hunters, and were here for food. Even worse, they were hungry, and were certainly offering no chance of escape nor salvation to the tiny tribesmen. Most of the tiny tribesmen and women had resigned to the fact that all hope was gone.

Suddenly the rumbling intensified - exponentially. The ground started tearing up, giant fissures snaked their way through the landscape, tearing up and uprooting mountains and valleys with ease. Even the megamacro beasts that towered over the tiny little villages trembled as they lost their footing and stumbled to the ground. Already, it was too late. Out of nowhere a gigantic hand descended upon the entire crowd of mega macro hunters, grabbing the powerful beasts like they were mere toys – but they were not toys at all; they were breakfast.

A silly picture of Fang. Which amazingly is actually my sketch of 2015 - in the middle of February.