Texas bleeds. Mechs scream. Freedom dies last.
Squad 53, a band of iron-forged misfits, claws at the Austin borderlands, the last bulwark against rebel claws. Bandit, their livewire leader, cracks jokes and crushes skulls in equal measure. Snowman, his wisecracking wingman, paints his mech in neon taunts. Frog, a stoic mountain of muscle, roars Mandarin hymns over laser volleys.
Outgunned, outnumbered, and out of ammo, they fight tooth and nail, the same scorched earth their tomb and their altar. Higher-ups bicker in ivory towers, oblivious to the blood-soaked calculus of survival. Sanity frays under the endless hail of fire, the line between duty and oblivion blurring with each sunrise.
Then, a trap. Enemy lines snap shut, encasing them in a steel cage. Ammo spent, hope flickering, Bandit vows one last dance. They'll go down in a blaze of defiance, their mech DNA programmed for victory, not surrender. But can grit alone outrun the grinder, the insatiable maw devouring Texas one patriot at a time?
Chariots of Iron throws you into the inferno of mech warfare, where humor cuts like shrapnel and heroism blooms from the ashes. Perfect for fans of brutal battles and warriors forged in fire. Buckle up, mech heads. Texas is going up in flames.
