Earth, the year 2176. Most of humanity lies dead in the fields of war, the remnants retreating to their strongholds, their forces diminished.

The Independence Coalition, of the wartorn ruins of North America, waits with bated breath while they watch for any signs of the great enemy the entire world fought and failed to defeat.

The World Trade Organization, or 'Traders' as they are colloquially known, stands at the ready in their advanced fortresses, watching over the wastelands that were once Europe.

The Shogunate, of the irradiated dead zone of Asia, stalks and prepares, watching the skies for a sign of anything new.

In the middle of it all, though, beings not of that dead Earth appear to all three factions, pushing them into a conflict none of them could have been prepared for.

My name is Colonel 'Long Haul' Miller. I am the commander of the Clank brigade stationed in the ruins of New York, and this is how the Furies came to be.