Welcome to the War Remix Chain, a mapping RP set on a terraformed tropical* "super-earth" with several moons to explore. To remix, copy the bitmap map(the thing grouped with the "centering box" text) from the scrolling section you want to edit into a separate sprite, edit it there in bitmap, then copy it back into the scrolling section. BTW at 200 turns a asteroid hits, reducing all nations to their starting territories–on the Motherworld. Possessions outside the Motherworld are unaffected. *(the snowflakes are only here since it's shared on Christmas day) -RULES- Only capture one territory every remix Don't mess other countries up you cant puppet state other people On the 50th remix @s_b_fan_66775 will add an (as of now unnamed) moon to explore; on the 100th, @earthpotato will add the Scion moon to explore. you can only add 1 country make alliances that's all have fun -CREDITS- Snowflake stretch effect based off of work by @ggenije , all other code by previous remixers(unless otherwise noted) Music credits in backdrop. -LORE- (will be moved to project soon) This is the Motherworld--a world that once suffered under a sweltering, thick blanket of smoke and poison, its surface studded with volcanoes. This strife was from the immense pull of the Scion, its sole satellite, a habitable world where civilization would first emerge. The Motherworld believed that this toil was worthwhile, willing to sacrifice its own prospects for habitability for the flourishing of a lush paradise on the Scion. Ever since awakening to the reality of its situation, the Scion hoped to repay its parent's benevolence. When civilization would develop into a spacefaring form, it would be driven to reform the Motherworld's environment into habitability. This newly forged world would attract those who wished to live in isolation from a civilization that, by now, had sunk its roots into nearly all aspects of the Scion's environment. And with this debt repaid, all would be well. Yet, civilization would inevitably be torn apart by the centrifugal force of its own progress. Militaristic ideologues supported by millennia of accumulated knowledge of the humanities would wage war with weapons that could render thriving nations into barren wastes. A refugee wave escaping from the Scion's unfolding calamity would sweep the Motherworld, throwing it into disarray. The Scion's lands would be flooded; the Motherworld would slowly grow torrid from its stabilizing machinery being neglected. Now, pockets of civilization have regrown on the Motherworld, yet its paucity of development makes it hard for them to discern whether the Scion has sustained similar respites. Both worlds bear pensive witness to the dawn of a new era...
