The year is 2346 AC (After Alchohol), throughout the galaxy the war has raged on for millenia now. Who started it? Why? These answers have been lost in time, blood, and sweat.
What we do know is that at the begining there were many. Hundreds, thousands even.
Now, only a handfull remain.
The XXXX Bitter federation dominates the southern fringes of the galactic rim. They fight with pure passion, with truth and bluntness at their side and will fanatically defend their beer to the last.
To the North lies the Carlton Midstrength Corporation. Weaker than XXXX yet with a smoother taste, these deviants also fight on. They lurk in the shadows. Appearing from nowhere from their secret high tech 'Sheds', departing as fast as they arrive.
The war however, has angered the Gods, and have sent spirits from the great existance to guide chosen souls to bring an end to the war.
Spirits such as the Great Wild Turkey, and the Mighty Jack Daniels. They guide their chosen ones to the path of victory, smiting anyone or thing that hinder progress towards peace.
There are some Gods however, who do not wish peace. They have sent Spirits of their own. The Angered Bundy Rum enrages his chosen to smite the smoters who are smiting the smitefull.
Plauge begins to spread throughout the suffering systems. Cults have formed to worship the Goddess of sickness, seductive 'Vodka Cruise'.
In the far west, a newcomer to the war. The mighty Pint of Guiness. This new foe may very well spell doom to all. Hypnotizing to watch, yet deadly to taste. Not one succesfull battle has been recorded in history.
Some say that the end will soon come. Yet throughout all the religous cults, not one can say how.
Will the galaxy pass through in harmony? Or will the galaxy violently erupt and all be thrown back to the cold existance from once they had came...?
