countryballs · alternate history · war strategy · territory control · political satire · clay body · map setting · diplomacy · survival · cartoon
Long shadows stretch across the parchment world, each Countryball a motionless sphere pinned within its own domain. A faint breeze rustles the map's edges, but beneath the hush thrums a current of palpable dread. The borders themselves seem to tremble. From across the continent, my eyes meet you's. We both understand: this peace is on loan. Will you be the one to call it due?