[ 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 .

The early morning son broke over the horizon, bathing the horrid scene below in mocking hues of orange. The Brooklyn Gangs had been more ruthless in the past few weeks marching farther out into the Rock Republic using their quick and clever lyrics to either swarm their foes or enhance their already skilled side pistol style. It was the third patrol this week, not counting the Metal Monarchy who had been leading a savage campaign in the north. Smith wiped the crimson blood off his gun and placed it in a case of roses before heading back to base. Erow was back at camp taking report of the recent battle. `` Ah Smith, you're requested back to capital for break''. Finally his moment came to pursue the art of double headed guitar and he could finally relax after months in the front lines, so with a jog he picked up his bag and left. `` Wait Smith, before you go be careful as reports have shown increased activity'' interrupted Erow, with a nod being the only reply. Smith hopped onto the truck and looked ahead at Route 666 and the several hour ride ahead of him, chuckling at the irony of the nickname `` Highway to Hell'' despite his journey for a new life and positioned his bag suitable to sleep on. Screams jolted him awake accompanied by the tell tale smell of fire filled his nostrils and the panic of the passengers. He rushed out, missing a music arc by an inch and suddenly images of pickup trucks flashed in his mind. `` Damnit'' he muttered; it was the Country Confederacy. They had been a small group who rarely attacked but the heavy accent atmosphere gave them away- `` YEEE HAW PARDER, NUN DEFY SUPREME SWIFT!'' rang out as a yellow bolt flew by, cast by a 20 something with a cowboy hat. `` I'm gon na break you like my girl broke ma heart!'' the man yelled followed by a volley of fire balls. Smith quickly hid behind some wreckage and deployed mystical spirit beetles which crawled to the mans positions and erupted with signature `` Hey Jude'' sounds, leaving only an upwards stairway in its wake. He ran off the road, into the woods heading for the capital hoping to avoid the multitude of clashes around him. After 20 minutes of grueling pain, Smith crawled up a hill and found he was close to the capital until he noticed something. `` The president's Led Zeppelin is n't supposed to come for months?!?!'' and almost like the words were a trigger the Zeppelin began to unfold. He noticed that the capital looked as if it survived an attack, with burning buildings left and right most likely missed by the normality to such conditions. He stared in awe as the Zeppelin had transformed into saucer of sorts and flashed bright neon colors accompanied by a growing sound. The noise was enjoyable, and somewhat pumped him up and he questioned its origins until the saucer began to change once more. It had aligned itself dead center of the capital and opened up ( again ). *Wub Wub Wub WUB WUB WUBWUB WUBWUBWUBW WUB* he stared in a mix of horror and amazement. 
 
 Drop The Bass! 
 
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 On the far side of the world, in Old Jamaica, a man arose from his partnership talks with the Rap Commonwealth, which were going splendid under the eyes of Snoop. The weed partner ship with the Reggae Higharchy had to hold for a while. In the distance for several seconds a flurry of lights flashed across the sky, with a shock wave. Bob Marley took off his hood `` That a sound I have not heard in a long time...'' he turned to his secretary Elvis, `` Tell the nation, they come home...''
