[ WP ] Magic is discovered and it 's channeled with music . Modern nations dissolve and new countries rise in their place divided by the preferred music . In the frozen north lie the Metal kingdoms . Far to the south are the countries of Soul etc .

`` BASS INCOMING'' he bellowed moments before the spell tore off his entire right half. I did n't even have time to register the fact that our CO was splattered across our faces as we ran for cover. 
 
 `` Shit, shit shit shit. Polanski! Where's the sarge?'' I shouted over my left shoulder, confident that the private was keeping pace with me. 
 
 `` Fuck that, we need to RV with the Saxth division'' his shouted reply came as we reached the nearest snowbank. 
 
 `` Good idea, if it was n't for an entire division of dubstep between us and the saxth.''. I checked my instrument, it seemed to be holding up okay in all this snow. G string would need seeing to, but nothing I could do in the field anyway. 
 
 `` LT, sir, I have an idea..'' One of the rookies wiped some of the CO off her violin as she spoke, `` dubstep needs time to build before they can drop the bass, so why do n't we wait this one out and charge when they're about to start another songbarrage? They'd never have time to retaliate if we hit them with post-modernist pieces.'' 
 
 `` Sounds like a good idea, Stirling, remind me to commend you if we ever get out of here.'' As I said it, I knew Polanski was rolling his eyes behind me. Even during the heat of battle, he would n't hesitate to mock me for my weak spot for the young recruit. `` Allright get ready, we're waiting out the barrage. Tune'em while you still got'em''. 
 
 I looked around our little band. Only four of us left of the class of 28 that came out of Juliard Advanced Combat last year. This war had taken almost every single one of my friends and it was about to take a lot more. Millions, and that's if we somehow managed to win this thing. The dubstep appeared to die down in the background. 
 
 Polanski put his hand on my shoulder, `` Let's do this, Jim'' he said as he veered off into the settling snow. I barely had time to react. `` Polanski, It's the bridge, it's not over!'' I shouted as I ran after him. The blast took him apart, along with my left arm. Everything below the elbow was just gone, singed shut. There was no pain, but all I could do was stare at the stump where my hand, forearm and most importantly, violin had always been. 
 
 Something small and fierce bounded into my back and threw me to the floor. Stirling had thrown me down into the snow and was now laying on top of me while all around us, snow was being shot up in the air by the dubstep's misguided beats. I have no idea how long we lay there before the beats seemed to die away in earnest. 
 
 The calm was shortlived, because the low tones of another song was already thundering across the plains from the distant speakertower. With a little smile on her face, Stirling calmly stood up. `` Lindsey, what the hell are you doing? RUN!'' I shouted. 
 
 `` Do n't worry'' she said, as she shouldered her violin, [ `` I have an idea'' ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=aHjpOzsQ9YI )
