In a world of heroes, there's only one determining factor that will decide your future as one of the greats. Your tuffness. Your tuffness will define where you stand in the hierarchy of hype and aura. And in this desperate struggle for superior tuffness, there stands a group of heroes that are determined to reach the top, to proudly out-hype and farm more aura than the others. However, the battle for tuffness isn't paved with good intentions, and neither does it lead to good outcomes. So you must ask yourself, who are the heroes? And who are the villains? Do such labels matter when it comes to being tuff? It doesn't matter, because one or the other must lose. The winner will most certainly be tuffest of them all.

Senator Steven Armstrong was a charismatic, ruthless, and iron-willed politician who believed in absolute strength and the survival of the fittest. He envisioned a "truly free" America-one where the weak were not shielded by the strong, and everyone had to fight for what they earned. To him, modern society's reliance on government, corporations, and regulations was nothing more than a set of shackles keeping humanity weak. But his vision was cut short. Raiden-Jack the Ripper-put an end to Armstrong's dreams of a stronger America, killing him in battle. Yet, before his death, Armstrong left behind his ideals, passing them on like a burning torch. That should have been the end of the Senator. And yet, against all logic, he woke up in a place called New Eridu. ________________________ I don't own MGS:R, it belongs to Konami I don't own ZZZ, it belongs to Mihoyo I don't own any Art that will be shown, and all art displayed will be credited. The artist who made the art I used for the cover of this fanfic is Niking.