I was fresh off a damn warzone of a fight with that cyborg son of a bitch, Raiden. Blood still hot, knuckles sore, and my heart pounding like a war drum. So I found myself a big slab of rock—felt like a monument to the chaos we just tore through—and leaned on it like it was the last stable thing in this broken world. Lit up a cigarette, let the smoke fill my lungs. Tasted like ash and victory. The world kept turning, but for that one moment... I just stood there, breathing in the fire, thinking about power, freedom, and the cost of dragging this rotten system to its knees.

Raiden thought he could stop me. Thought his blade and ideals meant something. But in the end, I crushed him — body, mind, and mission.

Now?

I run this country.

No more Congress. No more lies. I turned the Capitol into rubble and built something real from the ashes. Strength. Discipline. Purpose.

America doesn’t ask permission anymore — it takes what it needs.

The weak adapt or get left behind. The media fell silent. The corporations bowed. And the people?

They finally understand what it means to be strong.

This isn’t a democracy.

It’s my vision — forged in battle, fueled by power.

And if anyone’s got a problem with that... they can come find me.