[ 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 .

*I'm basing a bit of what I'm thinking about on [ this. ] ( http: //www.gadblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/aircraft-fine-art-wallpaper-free-8.jpg ). 
 
 
 The tanks were rumbling away at base when the sirens went off. Third battalion lunch was to be cut short by a drill. *Typical*, though Sergeant Voss. He was three bites into his favourite Thursday special, an imported beef wellington pastry that was only available to officers after a tour of several years. 
 
 
 Standing, he yawned loudly. Bones were cracking in his lower back as he stretched, unbalanced by the sudden rush of blood to his head. Little dots swam through his eyes as he felt the warmth go through his legs. Suddenly, the door to the cafeteria burst open, flooding the hall with troops. `` Sergeant Voss! Sir, Third Division is under attack, Monty's squad is assembling their tanks in the courtyard as we speak! We need to get into formation now!'' 
 
 
 His face felt hot. *Typical*, he thought. *Another attack, futile in all means. * 
 
 
 He sauntered towards the door, checking his wristband to make sure that his tank was being prepped. Making his way towards his group's staging area, he hummed quietly to himself. A deep vibrant beat, a classic in fact, he thought it would do well for today. Everything around him blurred, turning to deep shades of grey, the only color stemming from his mind. He closed his eyes, focused on the main bassline, a green streak of vibrant violence shot through his mind. He opened them, and he was before his tank squadron. 
 
 
 `` Is everything prepared Sgt. Pepper?'' An older member, but no means an officer, Pepper nodded. `` Disturbed, Two Steps on my left, Cat and Empire, on my right. System, you take point.'' Quiet nods and a quick salute marked a timely departure as the first incoming hits began to ring out in the distance. 
 
 
 Jumping into his MBT MkII, he assumed the commander position. `` Sgt. Pepper, Lonely and Trombone, I want full transparency and reporting on the enemy as soon as we are within range.'' 
 
 
 He began humming and closed his eyes. He saw the beats, the vocal cords ringing out in beautiful yellow and orange neon colours, a bright light of blue soared in his mind. 
 
 
 *Contact, directly ahead. A division of older T-34s. 16 to my count, coming directly at us. * The message crackled on the radio. 
 
 
 Clicking the radio, Sergeant Voss's eyes remained closed. `` Do they have any speakers?'' 
 
 
 `` Negative Sir. System is clear. You are go for.'' 
 
 
 His eyes opened. Voss grabbed the internal mic and pressed the red button. 
 
 
 *White man came across the sea* 
 
 
 *He brought us pain and misery* 
 
 
 *He killed our tribes killed our creed* 
 
 
 *He took our game for his own need* 
 
 
 Shouting into the mic, he could not see the destruction wrecking the landscape, flattening trees, dust flying into the air. All he could see was the flaming red missiles of fiercesome Iron Maiden cross the sky. 
 
 
 *Run to the hills, run for your lives* 
 
 
 *Run to the hills, run for your lives*
