LOG: About the UDR

[Log Entry #147: Transcribed from the Words of the General, Independent Resistance Alliance (IRA)]

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Is that thing running? Good. You’d better get this down accurately, or I'll make sure you’re on the next front line. Now listen up. I don't like repeating myself, but history will need to remember this—my words, because one day this entire hellish mess is going to collapse, and when it does, everyone will know how the IRA fought against the inevitability that others cowered before. So pay attention.

The so-called United Demon Realms… the UDR. Hah! What a joke. But I suppose in their twisted minds, this confederacy was inevitable. A desperate alliance of demon lords, cobbling together their forces like rats in a sinking ship. They didn’t form this union because of strength or honor. No, this union was born out of sheer desperation—fear.

It’s always fear with them. They fear the relentless summoning of heroes. Cycle after cycle, age after age, heroes from Earth kept coming. Thousands of years they’ve fought them. Thousands of years of endless wars, endless waves of heroes. Tch. I would almost pity them if they weren’t the scourge of every realm they touch. These demons, they all came to the same realization eventually, didn’t they? Their real enemy wasn't just the heroes themselves—it was Earth. They all share a common birthplace, after all.

What's worse? Most of the iterations of what we call a 'demon lord' per say are crises that surge in their respective worlds every what? One hundred years? Some stay put until they can reincarnate again, millennia later, all the while it takes a simpleton from Earth, powered with some cheat-based magic to simply stomp on thousands of years of 'reincarnating' or 'unsealing' one single demon lord, only to be put down weeks, if not months, after their resurgence.

What's more and, really frecking stupid, is that the fools thought they could survive individually for the same amount of time they endured the harassment. Every demon lord holed up in their precious little domains, convinced their own strength would see them through. 

But after tens of thousands of years fighting heroes, it finally hit them—alone, they’d never last. They had to band together, unify under one banner. So they did. But not out of strength—oh no, don’t let them fool you. They united because they were being crushed. And Demon King Gorgoroth, that oversized war monger, became their savior.

What? No, I said "savior" sarcastically... Why the hell do I care if I want my savior with an extra 'u' in it? Don’t be an idiot—keep up!

Ehem... Gorgoroth… He saw what none of the other demon lords ever considered: coordination. Organization. Strategy. Up until now, these demon lords relied on the same old tactics—throwing overwhelming numbers at their enemies, hoping that sheer chaos would win the day. But Gorgoroth was different. He finally got them to stop acting like rabid beasts and start behaving like a real army. And it was terrifying how quickly they adapted.

I’ll give the devil his due—pardon the pun. Gorgoroth did what no demon lord had ever managed before: he unified them under a single purpose. No more lone kingdoms in different worlds, scrambling to survive. No more disorganized rabble throwing themselves at the enemy until something actually hit. Now they plan, they organize, they strategize. Under Gorgoroth's leadership, they’ve become a real threat. A military machine, fine-tuned to crush anything in its path. The UDR isn’t just a gathering of demon lords—it’s a damn war machine.

They’ve changed the way they fight. It’s no longer about brute force—now they combine magic and steel with terrifying precision. Hexers, mages, warriors—all working together like clockwork. They’re moving supplies, coordinating attacks, and hitting weak points like seasoned tacticians. And make no mistake—it’s working.

What’s made the UDR so dangerous isn’t just their unity—it’s their logistics. Gorgoroth has turned them into a well-oiled beast. They’re no longer just throwing endless waves of demons at us. Now they’re maneuvering. They’re outflanking us. They’ve stopped relying on sheer numbers and started using their heads. Every time we think we’ve outsmarted them, we find ourselves in another trap.

They’re relentless now, like a disease that spreads without a cure. Now they've even turned summoning magic, which made heroes replenish their forces endlessly, against Earth. They’ve studied us, learned our tactics, and now they’re turning them against us. Every skirmish, every engagement—it’s like they’re always one step ahead. Gorgoroth’s vision made them into something worse than what we faced before. Much worse.

The thing about these demons—and mark my words—this alliance they’ve built? It won’t last. Because while they’ve grown more dangerous, they’re still held together by the thinnest threads. They don’t trust one another. They don’t share the same goals, not really. Gorgoroth’s grip on them is only as strong as his success, and we—the IRA—we will exploit that weakness. We will find the cracks in their so-called unity and tear them apart from within.

Don’t mistake my analysis for defeatism. We’re not done fighting. Not by a long shot. The IRA will keep pushing back. We’ll find ways to undermine their organization, to disrupt their strategies, and to strike at their weakest points. We’re not some ragtag group flailing in the dark—we are the last hope standing between them and utter domination. And we will not fall.

But don’t take that as an excuse to grow complacent. You’re soldiers of the IRA. You are the tip of the spear, and we will use that spear to pierce through those sweaty bastards' delusions of power. We’ve fought too hard, shed too much blood, to let these demons turn the tide now. So go ahead—fight smart, fight strong, and remember what you’re fighting for. We’re up against an organized machine, but we’re human. We adapt. We survive. And when the UDR falls, it’ll be because of us.

Now get out of my sight. And for the love of all that’s holy, make sure this log is transcribed properly. I don’t want another botched record on my hands. Dismissed!

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