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