In a world, ravaged by nuclear apocalypse... the year is 2017, but the world is stuck in 1989, the year the nukes dropped. Gregory Yukovich, born in Murmansk, was there to witness the mushroom cloud envelope his home after weeks of being in the woods, hunting. He went insane, finding his family's home, Gregory decided after a couple days of mourning, that he must try to survive. After some time in the wastes, he learned how to survive and adapt, he journeys throughout apocalyptic Russia meeting friends and making enemies...

August 10th, 2013. San Francisco Bay. Otherwise known as "K-DAY". An earthquake measuring 7.1 on the Richter scale was reported from the center of the San Francisco Bay. But it wasn’t shifting of the tectonic plates as everyone would have assumed - it was footsteps. "Trespasser" had come. Standing approximately 302 feet tall and weighing at a whopping 2,700 tons, the first of the monstrous creatures known as the Kaiju emerged from the Breach. It annihilated the Golden Gate Bridge, killing hundreds of people trapped in their cars as tons of concrete crushed them. It plowed through everything, carving a massive path of destruction. All the US military's weapons assisted by the US Air Force did nothing to penetrate its hide. For six days, Trespasser went on a rampage through San Francisco, Sacramento, Oakland, and numerous surrounding cities. Finally, the military resorted to using nuclear missiles on the Kaiju. After three nuclear missiles, the Kaiju was taken down... along with the loss of Oakland, much of the Bay area, and the lives of those who were unable to escape. Trespasser's attack was assumed to be a rare anomaly. But we were wrong. Six months later, the second Kaiju attacked Manila, Philippines… Then another in Cabo, Mexico. Not much later, a fourth attacked Sydney, Australia. The world paid heavily for the damage. And then we realized... this wasn't going to stop. More would keep coming, and we were poorly outgunned. For our survival, the world decided to put aside any grudges and wars - we started to work together. The Pan Pacific Defense Corps was created. Shatterdomes, any of the eight headquarters of the PPDC, were planted. By pooling our resources and with the help of some ingenious scientists, we created our weapons to counter Kaiju attacks. The Jaeger Program was born. In order to fight monsters from deep beneath the Pacific, we created our own monsters. [Fan-fiction of Pacific Rim]