The world had become a barren wasteland. Cities turned to ruin, forest crushed and destroyed, no one escaped the global terror that raveged the world.

What was this terror you wonder? Macro's.

No one knows exactly how these gigantic creature came to be, or why they gained such pleasure in crushing and eating the many normal sized furs of the world. Even if they were of the same species they'd still end the existence of their tiny brethren.

The puny furs tried to defend themselves, yet it was ultimately fruitless in the end. Their was simply no way they could stand up against such behemoths as these macros were.

Thus the extinction of the small fur soon came.

Yet this also meant the macro's primary food supply was no more.

Thus it didn't take long for the macros monstrous hunger to turn them into cannibals of their own size group.

Countless bones of these giant furs soon littered the world, only the biggest and strongest of them managed to survive. Until only one remained.

This was the it, the ultimate macro. The huge creature rubbed his massive belly. All that had once existed on the world was now inside there

Of course after devouring every bit of life on Earth, the macro was especially full, and tired.

It rested it's head and looked up at the peaceful, clear blue sky.

Which suddenly got replaced by what looked like the roof of a mouth, think drool raining all over the land

"What?!" the macro said surprised "Nooooo!"

Meanwhile, an even larger macro gulped down the earth

Which goes to show, their's always someone bigger, and hungrier out there. Be prepared, or be in a belly.

The end


I think this would be the ultimate end truth if macro were real