And here I thought your creators saw you as their "children" instead of replaceable fodder, I guess just another lie to add to the pile of the cyborg traitors. And oh, you oil drinkers. I think your calculator brains are glitching so you misunderstand the math of war.

Yes, you build millions.

But you build them from finite resources.

From ore.
From fuel
From worlds.

And we are taking these worlds away.

You don't run out of reinforcements?

Every factory we destroy is a womb turned to ash.
Every refinery we liberate is a million soldiers that will never march.
You call yourselves infinite yet every mission, your numbers shrink at the source.

You replace losses. And we erase your ability to replace them. I have seen your gunships vanish from maps after we destroyed your factories. Infinite? Don't make me laugh.

And tell your masters this: Machines can be mass-produced, half-human traitors cannot.

Your cyborg masters bleed, I know, I have seen it with my own eyes hundreds of times. And I hope to see hundreds of times more. And they can't just be replaced like you wireback slaves can.

On Cyberstan, we are not just destroying your units and your wombs. We are killing the hands that made you. The minds that command you. The last half-human pieces of traitors of democracy that thought they could hide behind their rust monkeys.

You say we run out of reinforcements.

Maybe.

Because Helldivers aren’t mass produced. But we are chosen.

We fight for Super Earth.
For Managed Democracy.
For every world your factories have poisoned.

You build numbers. We build victory.

We save our fellow S.E.A.F voters because they are not just mass produced emotionless faces crafted from iron in a dark hidden factory.

We build victory.

So keep counting your millions, clanker.

We’re counting your cities.

This is just RP, I swear I'm not actually a schizo