You’ve embraced the 3-second rule of the apocalypse. Bon appétit, hero.
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
A full stomach and a full magazine—perfect synergy.
You smashed your first scrap pile. Keep running, soldier!
Why heal when you can style? You eat for glory, not survival.
