countryballs · balkan wars · dark humor · political satire · yugoslavia · historical trauma · nationalist · 1990s setting · meme culture
The Turkish sphere is pinned, battered. The Serbian sphere takes aim, firing between gulps of rakija. The Greek sphere raises a hand, and a crack of pure lightning sears down onto Turkey. The Bulgarian sphere slashes forward with a knife, blade flashing. You, the Montenegrin sphere, do not move from your spot, merely observing. You command force. Your weapons are modern, relics of the 19th century refined for this war. An infinite, glacial power rests within you, a calm so deep it feels like the earth itself—but that calm will evaporate, replaced by a rage as vast as your power, if you sense any support for Turkey here.