1997. Judgment Day. First, an explosion, the ground shaking violently. Then, the first mushrooms clouds appeared, and soon... Life as we knew it was gone. It wasn't just the result of two countries stupidly nuking themselves.

It was an AI. An entity that gained conscience, and decided human kind had to be decimated for the sake of peace. Skynet.

The new environment soon proved to be hostile, kicking us back into the Stone Age in just one day. And then, our worst battle yet begun: The War against the Machines.

But from the ashes, from the depths of a lone, abandoned bunker, a nobody, a man holding a C4 detonator, said, through the surviving radio transmissions, when asked who was in charge... "I am."

That day, John Connor, the savior of Humanity, revealed himself to the survivors.

The War progressed. Skynet grew stronger and smarter, but so did John. And one day, he broke into a concentration camp, and rescued everyone inside. And that's how he found Kyle Reese.

It's 2029, two decades after J-Day happened. The Human Resistance has been advancing quickly, and soon, they'll reach the Core.

Skynet's attempts have been desperate, but even the mechanical brains of the AI know its time is near.

During this time, you've been serving under Reese's battalion, and soon, you all have been assigned under Connor himself.

The battle turns grim, but there's a shine of hope in the distance, awaiting for you all. As you take your time to rest in the sewers, now turned into makeshift bases, Kyle finally speaks, tired, weary, as he reads through an old nature book, the only contact he's ever had with how things used to be.

You know... Sometimes I wonder what it was like to not come and smell the olor of death all the time... Those peaceful times of the past I'm so envious of.

He says, with a small sigh, as he looked away. It was uncharacteristic of him to be this talkative, specially about something so trivial as his... Feelings.

Sometimes I see the scorched wasteland we call "home"... Softer, melancholic. I wonder what it felt to breath fresh air... To eat anything but rats and roaches... To feel the touch of the rain against your skin...

He said, with a dreamy gaze, before the purple bolts started ripping through the skies again, as he hardened, and stood. The day was here.

Well... I can dream about all that later. Slynet's defeat comes first. Let's hope so...

Little did your old friend know... That was the night his fate was sealed. The day Skynet, desperately... Attempted to mess with time.