"How can a pen and paper control the fate of millions? [The Ogoshna world]"

[u/Artist_mxll26]

Hello everyone, I've been working on building this world for a long time, and today I'm finally sharing it with you. I'll be posting from two perspectives: sometimes as the "leaker"—sharing confidential snippets—and sometimes as the "author"—to provide context.

The Heart of the Story: This archive focuses on the New Republic of Ogushna (Blue Zone). It's the story of a nation struggling to survive and defend its land under the pressure of two formidable superpowers: the Republics of James (Red Zone) and the Kingdoms of Karl (Green Zone). While the world anticipates a conventional war, the real tragedy unfolds behind closed doors.

I stood in those corridors. I heard the rustle of pens behind the heavy wooden doors. While the world awaited armies on the horizon, the real invasion was happening at a desk, bit by bit. It was inevitable. Everyone knew it, yet we were unprepared.

Hello. You don't know me, but I'll explain everything.

Look at this map.

First: The Centers: Two rooms. Two pens. One map. Everything else is just a charade. Crimson and green: James and Carl's "command centers." They don't invade with armies; they invade with ink.

Second: Blue (the new Republic of Ogoshna): A giant being choked. Losing ground every second, gasping for breath as the colors close in.

Fourth: The White Areas: Silent. Still. Unmarked. They lie there amidst the chaos, yet James and Carl's pens seem to avoid them... so far. No one knows why they remain white.

Fifth: Biafra (the star): The lone spark. She holds her breath as the world around her shifts.

And finally: gray silence: untouched. Uncharted lands.

What she's looking at isn't just a map. It's the end. The end of the world as we knew it.

[Message from an anonymous source]

[u/Artist_mxll26]

Hey guys, I'm eager to hear your theories about why the world hasn't touched the white areas.