And they call him Bob... The Goliath!

The day the sky shattered, the world ended.



Meteor fragments rained down, tearing cities apart and drowning nations. But the real disaster came later—when the Pink Fog followed. Thick. Silent. Alive. It twisted people into monsters, turned animals into nightmares, and left humanity clawing over the last scraps of a dying world.



The only thing keeping the fog at bay? The very meteor fragments that caused the apocalypse. Safe Zones formed around them, but with governments gone, power fell to those brutal enough to take it.



And then there’s Bob.



A man of few thoughts and even fewer worries. Eat when hungry. Sleep when tired. Punch anything in the way.



So when a glowing meteor fragment landed in his noodle bowl, Bob didn’t run. He ate it.



Now, while the world is falling apart, Bob’s just trying to find his next meal—crushing monsters, wrecking warlords, and casually steamrolling anyone dumb enough to stand between him and dinner.



They wanted a war. What they got… was Bob.