In the beginning there was rock and it was good

No one is sure where these magical notes came from, but with them came the ability for mankind to communicate. Guitar riffs and the beating of drums eventually evolved into a true form of communication and ushered in the age of rock.

Tribes formed from a mutual appreciation and gave praise to the Gods of rock. A pantheon of beings the Wordsmith priests had created in an attempt to explain the mysteries of rock. Mankind eventually went to war over contradicting theologies. Instruments became sharpened and battle songs became more fierce. Then one morning sparks flew from a young tribe of guitarists. Their ability to shred was so powerful that lightning struck from each and every note. The approaching army stood in awe, opting to surrender and learn the ways of this tribe. Little did they know on that fateful day, that small tribe created metal.

The wars stopped shortly after that day. Although a few stuck to the old ways of rock, many joined the new ways of metal. Power houses were set up to harness the lightning chords and in many communities a rapid industrial revolution started. The majority of the continent was still wild but these communities strived. Over the next few centuries the most mainstream metalheads started to take the use of metal for granted. Although the high priests of rock and symphonic maidens tried to warn them, they went on unaware of what was corrupting the metal.

Now is a time of unease. A radical tribe from a small island to the west is invading with what they call punk. This happens as a plague is sweeping the land turning once devout metalheads into emo monstrosities.