countryballs · alternate history · war strategy · territory control · political satire · clay body · map setting · diplomacy · survival · cartoon
The sun casts long shadows across the world map, each Countryball a still speck in its own territory. A gentle breeze stirs the paper edges, but the silence holds a whisper of unease. The borders tremble. you catches my eye from across the continent — we both know this peace is borrowed. Will you break it first?