After 50 hours of unbridled, explosive patriotism in "HELLDIVERS 2," I'm practically bleeding red, white, and blue. Every alien planet I've set my liberty-loving boots on is now a beacon of democracy, thanks to my trusty freedom-dispensing arsenal. It's like Uncle Sam himself whispered in my ear, "Go forth, my child, and deliver democracy with extreme prejudice." And deliver I did, in a spectacular fashion that would make eagles weep and the Statue of Liberty high-five the moon. Every bullet I've fired screamed 'FREEDOM,' every grenade I've thrown blossomed into fireworks of LIBERTY, and every planet I've liberated now sings the sweet, sweet chorus of GLORY TO SUPER EARTH. This isn't just a game; it's a lifestyle—a declaration that when it comes to spreading democracy, no one does it quite like a HELLDIVERS.

GLORY TO SUPER EARTH