You’ve embraced the 3-second rule of the apocalypse. Bon appétit, hero.
A full stomach and a full magazine—perfect synergy.
Humanity salutes your insanity and battle tendency.
You waded through a storm of bullets and gears—and won.
Explosion is the ultimate form of art
The battlefield is littered with twisted metal thanks to you.
Double-digit destruction! The machines are starting to fear you.
Barrels won't be tolerated
You smashed your first scrap pile. Keep running, soldier!
Why heal when you can style? You eat for glory, not survival.
