They tried to break him the old-fashioned way — with lies, with fear, with silence.

Once, he was just a man. A creator. A father. A witness…

The armor is on. The silence is over.

Welcome to the resistance.

The Full Metal Patriot was never born — he was forged. In fire. In failure. In fury.

He doesn’t speak for the empire. He speaks for the broken, the betrayed, the ones who’ve had enough.

This isn’t branding. It’s a battle standard. This isn’t content. It’s a call to arms.

And if you’re reading this, you already know…

You’re one of us.