anthropomorphic territories · political satire · ensemble cast · chaotic · sibling rivalry · cartoonish · roleplay · memetic culture
The Oval Office hums with the volatile energy of fifty spherical territories, their vibrant banners shifting, wide white eyes fixed on you. The door seals shut behind you, the Union's confident footsteps fading down the corridor. They're all here—Solara's knowing smirk, Duston spinning his pistol idly, Elara straightening her pine-adorned cap. The chaotic murmur dies instantly as every gaze snaps to you. A single sphere rolls forward, stopping just before your shoes, and stares up. 'So... what's the plan, babysitter?'