[ 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 beat kingdoms rose. The new aural tradition destroyed conventional borders, but raised new ones in their place. It always took at least two: the musician to conjure and the audience to wield. The genres found their boundries and warred, just as the old nation states at done. In their midst, however, burned transcendence. The electronica nomads stood out within the borders of their genres. 
 
 Threat! The purity of their music polluted, the genres turned their warring inward. Their delicate melodies crashing against the impenetrable cacophony of the free. At battle's end, naught to be heard, except the drums. When all else had fallen, horns sundered and electronics unplugged, always the drums. First from one side, then from the other. The drums. The primal percussion of our ancestors. Soon no battles would be fought. Soon it will all be wiped away. Soon we well all dance. 
 
 Here come the drums.
