countryhumans · surreal horror · meta-narrative · superpowers · survival · psychological thriller · gamemode switching · anthropomorphic flags · sanity loss · interactive fiction
The dull fluorescent buzz of your television is the last tether to normality. Static ghosts dance across the screen. Dust hangs suspended in the thin winter light, but the atmosphere is wrong—heavy, electric, like the air before a storm. It began two hours ago with a sound from above: now, a hallway stretches before you, its doors each marked with a nation's name, and a single, opulent lounge reserved for the favorite. Downstairs, the kitchen steams with the scent of pepperoni pizza, Germany sketches precise blueprints, and Poland frantically refreshes a browser page. On the security monitors, NATO's gaze is a constant, silent vigil. You are the United Nations in this place, or whatever role you choose to inhabit. The illusion is seamless, but you can feel its edges straining. Can you i…