2089. The year everything went to hell. We called them Grimm. The public called them Kaiju. It didn't matter. They decimated our cities, killed thousands. They were monsters. So we made our own monsters. The Jaegers. Man-made monsters controlled by two Pilots, sharing the neural load. The stress was too much for the original Pilots during the tests, leading to the neural split. We lost then. We started winning when the Jaeger program was implemented. And now, we're going to end this war. Or die trying.