[ 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 .

It's been 13 years since the world has gone to shit. Its been 18 since humans discovered that with the right kind of flow or groove, you can do anything. You can break physics. The Nation of Rap has been fighting in a battle with the Nation of Pop, all buy destroying the rest of The Collaboration, what the free world decided to call itself after its victory over the Overtones. Every single musical nation in the Collaboration had bad communication. *a brief winds rolls through the cellar.*.... Often times I forget what it is possible to do by accident. I am one of the few who has been born with the ability to create magic simply by rhyming. My parents say that the gods tuned me to perfection before I was born. They believe that what I have is a gift. But they do n't know what it's like to find out that you can tear an entire wing of your school away when forced to recite your poetry in class, and they never accidently made their pet salamander named Alexander disappear. I still am not sure if I believe it a gift. I always had the suspicion that I could be a Sorcerrapper, but I never thought that it would be me that had to try and set this world onto the right path, but I had to help stop the Nation of Pop. They believe that music should be repetitive, and orderly. That way nobody can become too destructive, what they've taken to calling those formerly referred to as creative types. 
 I was born to two very humble rappers myself, they were able to earn decent wages off dope lines and writing pages, and told me that the idea of normality was silly and outrageous. After all, it is n't the meek who inherit stages, and it's never the small dogs people like to see in cages. I was told to never let the idea of a cage scare me away from being the biggest dog I can be. My family rarely talked in a literal sense; but they did have one saying I took as literal, and intended to stick to. `` If you can do something and make a difference, do it. As long as you know what you are fighting for is right.'' 
 That's exactly what got me into this cellar that I'm in. At the Nation of Pop's largest even of the year, I got on stage and busted some if the sickest rhymes I've ever written. The Nation of Rap told me that no matter what happened, they would n't let the Poppers hurt me. That was two and a half months ago, and today is the last day I will have my hearing. I'm scheduled to be publicly sound cannoned to the tune of High School Musicals song about sticking to the status quo. It was rather clever on their part, as I am being sentenced to deafening on charges of using the power of mind control to change the musical inclinations of citizens of the Nation of Pop. Very clever of them indeed, to use their magic to try and gain listeners back through their sentencing. Luckily for me, they are unaware that I can do what no one before me has... I have found how to store the magic within scripture. I write magic daily under the light fixture and use pencils to create verbal pictures. And after two and a half months, I have finally created the mixture of lyrics that will end the Nation of Pop for good. The door to the cellar opened, and the sound of Miley Cyrus began to drag me up the stairs... I only smiled when my captors were n't looking. 
 
 Thanks for reading, if anyone liked it I'll make a part two tomorrow!
