You’ve hunted both above and below the waves without pause.

Ten thousand drowned corpses — none of them yours.

You’ve ended enough hunters to drain a sea.

You’ve claimed both land and sea as your empire.

The ocean whispers your name in fear.

1,000 predators dragged from their waters to the grave.

10,000 monsters pulled from their watery homes.

You’ve broken the tide and slain its masters.

A million hunters gone — the deep falls silent.

50,000 apex predators — all sunk.

The ocean is down one predator.

You’ve survived their webs — and left them broken.

Ten thousand shadows cut down before they struck.

The apex stalker falls to you — every time.

You rule the darkness — they serve as your warning.

50,000 deaths delivered without a sound.

1,000 hunters lured into your trap instead.

10,000 nests emptied of their lurking horrors.

You’ve out-hunted the hunters.

A million shadows erased.

50,000 predators carved from their shadows.

The hunter became the hunted.

1,000 giants — and not a single hit landed.

Ten thousand monsters — all fallen before you.

100,000 giants — crushed under your will.

You’ve slain an army of giants without losing a heartbeat.

Not even mountains of muscle could break your defense.

1,000 giants smashed into the dirt.

Ten thousand titans — all silenced.

The ground trembles no more — you’ve ended the giants.

A million mountain-sized corpses at your feet.

50,000 monsters too big to sneak up on you.

The giant won’t be smashing anyone again.

1,000 reinforced horrors destroyed in one life.

You’ve dismantled an army without losing a drop of blood.

You’ve crushed the pride of a dead empire.

The last soldier falls — war’s ghost is gone.

Fifty thousand corpses of metal and meat rot in your shadow.

1,000 alien war-machines in rotting shells — offline.

10,000 foot soldiers of a forgotten empire dismantled.

You’ve erased an army that once spanned worlds.

A million mechanical corpses — silence for the ages.

The battlefield is littered with alien scrap and bone.

Flesh and steel fall the same.

Kill 1,000 mutant zombies without dying.

10,000 mutants gone — your legend grows.

100,000 in one life — you own the apocalypse.

You are the mutation that ends all others.

Half a hundred thousand abominations erased in a single life.

You’ve eliminated 1,000 mutants — the nightmare begins.

You’ve crushed 10,000 mutants into genetic dust.

You’ve cut 100,000 abominations out of reality.

A million mutants dead — evolution lost.

You’ve burned through 50,000 mutants — cleansing the streets.

The infection evolves — and you survived.

You dropped the undead. It didn’t see it coming. Or anything at all, really.

You’ve butchered 1,000 zombies — just warming up.

You’ve turned 10,000 zombies into pulp.

100,000 undead sent back to the grave.

You’ve erased a million zombies from existence.

You’ve left 50,000 corpses in your wake.

You’ve survived long enough to slay 1,000 zombies in a single life.

Ten thousand zombies down — and you’re still standing.

100,000 kills in one life — the apocalypse bends to you.

You are no longer human — you are death incarnate.

50,000 kills in a single life — an impossible feat for most.