Well its inevitable that a macro artist will eventually make a rampage oriented macro character. In my case this "rampage" macro is aptly named Katrina. Katrina is just a 500ft wolf tryna do her thing, and unlike common rampage artists i plan to put a bit of spin on her and the genre in of itself. That is if i decide to actually do something with her ;) regardless, here she is. And a little story too that a friend of mine helped create!


Katrina slowly put down the bright yellow excavator, setting it nicely atop the firm soil of the work site. She’d volunteered to help and, given her size, the building company in charge took full advantage of her vastly superior lifting weight. They’d practically turned her into a walking and thinking crane. Truthfully,it was the whole reason she was approved by the government to be there in the first place, to be a giant, naked crane. As she set the piece of equipment down, the overseer called to her on a megaphone:

“Wonderful job Kat! You only scratched off part of the excavator this time!” he quipped playfully.

Katrina blew a raspberry at the man before sitting down on the nearby ledge. She sighed and took in the soothing sensation of cool grass beneath her fur. She’d spent half the day moving equipment across the city, and the verdant corner was a welcome contrast to the day’s muddy brown.. But, she wasn't the only one hard at work. The humans below her worked tirelessly to turn the newly laid foundation into a budding structure. She watched them call each other for help; some talked among each other like old friends, while others diligently just focused on getting the job done. Katrina rested her head atop her hand and sighed, she longed for something like that--to work with someone she could be familiar with, and with whom she could relate;but it was hard when the only other soul was about as big as your fingernail. They could be polite and kind, but they’d never look at her like they did each other.

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A few hours passed, the workers had finished their lunch and returned back to work. Katrina decided to take another break and watch them once more. The breeze picked up as she got comfortable, the rolling gusts were a welcome sight on such a hot Californian day. She relaxed and let the air fill her mind and body, sighing as it flowed through her fur. She let her foot wander. The woman stared off at nothing, a small smile on her face. It felt good not to worry about too curious humans surrounding her paws.

The more she relaxed, the more Katrina let the breeze carry her foot instead of her muscles. She focused on the catharsis of being in nature after a long, long day of being surrounded by machinery. At first she didn’t pay mind to the sudden chorus of screams that arose from the workers. It wasn’t uncommon, and accidents happen. It wasn't until she heard the creaking and sudden crash of the building that she turned and realized what had happened. Mortified, she stared at her massive appendage, and the bent second floor of the building. The skeletal structure now warped at a very odd angle. Her heart dropped, and she was only able to mumble a single word before the site overseer screamed at her at the top of his tiny lungs:

“Nuts!”


Katrina belongs to me blah blah blah you know the deal (also cookies for the guy who gets the historical reference in the title)