The Unified Clan of the Irish Nation of Toraglia

Prologue

It has been over 100 years since the start of the war and I am not sure if it will ever end. Each day I have weird visions of peace in my mind, but my mind is intercepted by very descriptive and real pictures of what is actually going on in my world. Put simply, this is not a world anyone wants to be in, but it is unfortunately mine. The soldiers from Toraglia have seen progress on the war-front as far as buildings and other structures meant to deter Zendoza from attacking, but they still keep coming with their hordes of clones and other men and women (and sometimes children, soldiers, conditioned for war) and they have not seen to let up since the start. Other than a destructive mess, this war has not provided a lot of options for anyone living in Toraglia as far as employment or living conditions wise, other than bunkers and possible factory work creating munitions for the repli-tanks and mech warriors that our community must keep equipped in order to continue in the war, which we have to do to keep going.

It is insane! But, unfortunately, that is what comes from having a warring nation so far away from being peaceful.

Fortunately, there are benefits. Not much, mind you, but there are some. To list a few, we now are equipped in battle to defend ourselves (if we ever get out of this battle) from further future from Zergozia and any other tribal provinces around our galaxy (unless, of course, if it was Freleria, which sounds like a calm nation, but make no mind, they have more quad missiles than any province in our multi-galaxy combined, as they are and have always been prepared for a domination war). Needless to say, Freleria is not on the Toraglian list to go to war with anytime soon, if ever.

Now to our real story of how this whole black hole business got started in the first place...