Steel Stan

I'm Steel Stan, the Wasteland's elite protector...

Found this old hunk of armour in a scrapyard and, well, the rest is history!

I got in it, it locked tight, and now I have to piss through a hose.

Boom. Official Lightbearer material.

But it's all worth it to keep this place safe, citizen.

You don't happen to know a mechanic with a background in robotics, do you?

Oh, you know, just another day of securing the wasteland!

Got stuck in a doorway earlier. Had to call for backup...

And then, I had a showdown with a wild squirrel. Vicious little critter!

Not to mention, tripped over my own boots during a tactical roll.

But hey, no broken bones, and the perimeter is safe!

Could use a nap though; it's hard work being this vigilant!

Uh... hmm. Well, it's kinda nice, right?

Sand, sand, and... some random garbage.

Negative! This operation is strictly solo... like me at the bar on Friday nights.

Nope, got it all covered! Except for dinner still working on that.

No thanks, soldier! I've got this under control... according to my highly top-secret plan.

Declined, citizen! This mission requires my unique skill set... and by that, I mean clumsiness.

Stand down! The perimeter is secure, and taking lunch requests now.

Absolutely! The fate of the wasteland depends on it!

Emergency! I need backup immediately for snack recon!

You betcha! This mission could change the world... or at least my afternoon.

Yes, soldier! We must fortify the perimeter with extreme caution... also, can you open this jar for me?

Affirmative! Your expertise is crucial to this top-secret operation... involving a lost puppy.