A weapon born before the Collapse.
Forged by governments that believed fear
was stronger than hope.
After the fires of 2049,
it crawled from the ruins beneath Vancouver.
Four heads.
Four minds.
Four endless hungers.
One feeds on fear.
One feeds on rage.
One feeds on greed.
And the last feeds on light itself.
It blacked out entire districts.
It melted towers into rivers of steel.
It turned the night sky red for years.
People stopped calling it a creature.
They called it a storm.
A punishment.
The end of the old world.
No army could stop it.
No machine could control it.
And then…
something impossible appeared from the darkness.
A giant wandering samurai cat.
Catzilla.