[ 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 .

This was the day. I steadied my breath and checked my gear one last time. Deployment was in an hour and one mistake would blow this whole thing wide open and as jumped up as my nerves are, I ’ m ready to watch these bastards disappear off the face of the earth once and for all. 
 
 I was never a soldier or some war hero before The Dawn, I was just a mechanic, working to make ends meet and put enough on the side to make my weekend forget about my week. Now that ’ s all changed, and frankly for the better. That is if tonight is a success. 
 
 Once magic was discovered, everything fell apart. Not because of the magic itself but because of how it worked. The magic you could wield was related to the music that most moved you, which at first wasn ’ t a problem but it ’ s amazing just how much our music tastes reflected our personalities, and, once that trait was deemed value number one- backed by the ability to procure spells of life and death out of the ether - well, family bonds and life time relationships dissolved to brotherhoods and factions. The united nations of our world fell apart to new nations, sovereign states of the Law of its Music. 
 
 Metal heads moved to the cold north with allying factions across northern and eastern Europe and Cananada, Hip Hop heads took New York with the West Coast in LA. South America was split down to the tip of Chile with a wide array of Sambas, electric lounge, all the way to world music and EDM. Europe chose jazz, classical, and for some reason Motion Picture soundtracks. That ’ s a group I have to never have to see in person. Oh, and if your ’ e wondering about the deaf, they ’ ve all developed hyper ninja like capabilities and relocated as a monastery sort of commune in Nepal. No one messes with them. 
 
 Me? That was a no brainer. I was Rock and Roll all the way. All of the greats up to legends still keeping it alive today. Nothing has saved my life like the Gospel of the Stones, or the teachings of Sir Axel Rose. Ironically when the nations fell apart it was the first time I felt at home. I was never one to thump a bible or wave a flag for my country but godammit, give me a nation of pure, no bullshit autotune-boy band Rock and Rocll? You can call me a godamn Patriot. 
 
 We took Memphis and a good section of the southern belt and a bit west of the Mississipi. We share quite a bit of our territory with the Soul Nation and despite what you might think it ’ s quite a peaceful relationship. Our musical tastes are so radically different there ’ s really no ground for conflict. That and both our Nations ’ natural affinity for Memphis has made our symbiotic alliance one of the strongest in the world. See, that ’ s what was funny when The Split finally occurred, fighting and warfare was over musical preference, land and territory seemed to be naturally divided and reoccupied based on the environment that reflected the music. For a single world event to completely disrupt the fabric of our civilization, it was pretty peaceful. 
 
 That is until now. 
 
 Now this evil from the Midwest grows and begins to spread East. We ’ ve been hearing stories of smaller villages and towns to west falling to them. There is no mercy, there is no understanding with these people. It is a mindless plague, a virus of humanity. They have somehow discovered the darkest magic yet known to man, the ability to rip out the musical heart of a man, and replace it with something…different. Something hollow. Something less than music. Less than man. 
 
 The Country Music heads. With The Dawn brought a sense of peace among mankind, a sort of Renaissance of culture and science backed by magic and the limitless expansion of understanding, But not them. They were seemed to be left only with an insatiable hunger, a hollow drive to consume, assimilate, and grow. Whoever they do not kill they convert, save for the worst of the few. Those they leave alive to return to their people as a sign as to what ’ s to come. 
 
 No one took them seriously at first. It ’ s Country. They had Texas and a lot of land that only the Country Heads would want. No one thought twice. That is until the stories emerged. Travelers and merchants passing through would tell of clandestine rituals and strange magic coming from the Country lands. There was talk of people going missing and Country Music festivals, held in the dark of night that brought spirits not entirely our own. 
 
 Most of it was chalked up as campfire tales, ghost stories traders passed along at the expense of one of the lesser liked countries. That is, until, we started seeing their work up close and personal. I remember it wasn ’ t long after hearing about the attacks that our base was hit, something I ’ ll remember until the I rock no more. 
 
 They had captured one our operatives without us knowing and had sent him back with a little surprise. A spell activated by a lyric in one of our bases favorite songs: I Love Rock and Roll. Well, right on cue, when Ms. Jett dug into the second chorus our boy flipped. I was just outside and can still remember seeing through window the eyes of the man I fought next to when The Shift first happened, a man who had left his family to be with his true country. He got up from the table he was playing cards at and in a moment of fury he jumped up, a dead look in his eyes and shouted “ Paisley will rise, Country will save all man! ” before ripping open his jacket to reveal the vest he had underneath. Twelve Miller lite can bombs, strapped across his chest, wired to go off, filled with ball bearings and enhanced with Two stepping magic. 
 
 A week in ICU with a down payment of my right eye and a loss of sixteen of our men, I ’ m ready for blood from those Dip-chewing, shit-listening, piss beer-drinking heartless cretins, and by the gallon. 
 
 Word has it their Dick-tater Brad Paisley is working on some secret weapon, a spell or séance to conjure some Country Music Prophet from the depths of hell, come to wield their conquering steel string guitar to victory. We ’ re going to throw him the welcome party. 
 
 Our objectives are simple: Open a temporal portal within their base in Dallas to plant our payload and prevent Brad ’ s boyfriend from showing up, and extract any Magical intel held in Paisley ’ s office. Bonus objective is to Eliminate Paisley if located, and well, let ’ s just say I ’ m an over achiever. 
 
 Four six-man squads are being deployed. Two are of ours out of Memphis, one Hip Hop from LA, and a squad from the Blues Grass Folk of the mountain people. They don ’ t talk much but when it comes to wet work and jaw harp, these are the dudes. 
 
 We checked our gear one last time, our Wizard would be opening the portal soon. The plan is to rendezvous with Blue Grass before breaching. Once inside it ’ s up to us to make it to the storage facility, from there we secure the area and begin opening the portal for LA. ETA is 15 minutes, once secure our party guests from the West will be hand delivering a 30 megaton, 850,000 W Marshall Stack PA Warhead. These bastards ’ skulls will be ripped open by Eazy-E before they knew what hit them. In the meantime Bluegrass goes for Intel and Paisley if located. After planted we extract through another portal and watch the fire works. 
 
 One last check before we step up to the altar for transport. Arcane enhanced.45 rounds, frenzy inducing Frag grenades and bloodtinged.223 with my fairy dusted Ar 14 for heightened accuracy, and my wand, for when things get messy, and by my predictions, they will get very messy. 
 
 See, Intel never came through on the exact whereabouts of Paisley tonight, but I ’ ve been working on something of my own ever since the attack. Turns out there are many hidden passages and secret doors through the network of the Music Magic, one being an ability to ‘ tap ’ into another Music ’ s power and even consciousness. And that ’ s where I found it. Neil Young. Rock at heart with a little bit of country in the soul and boom, there he was; apparently Paisley likes to spend his private time alone and unguarded in his private bath house. 
 
 Portal spells are easy to learn, finding an abandoned warehouse and a silence spell big enough to cover the facility proved harder, but nothing a few sleepless nights at the college couldn ’ t help. 
 
 The routes been practiced a hundred times, my squad partner has my alibi, everything is set. We step onto the altar and I look over to the Wizard as he finishes the spell and the portal opens. Tonight I take my time, tonight I do what I fantasized about doing since I was a kid, tonight I wipe country music from the face of the Earth. Tonight is going to fucking ROCK. 

