[color=orange][u]Name of Nation:[/u][/color] Crab Island

[color=orange][u]Color on Map:[/u][/color] [color=999933]Olive[/color]

[color=orange][u]Summary in 50 words or fewer:[/u][/color] Crab island is a state priding itself on democracy that originally sat on just a small continent between two landmasses. However, it invaded both mainlands and spread its control over two shores and set up two Military Territories, Pisces and Cancer. It's main exports are "Smoke", Meat, and Coconuts.

[color=orange][u]Write three solid paragraphs:[/u][/color] General Marcus Tazville hummed happily to himself, leaning over the railing of the watchtower that overlooked a base full of soldiers going about their day. He sipped from his cup of Coconut coffee. In his seven years watching over Cancer he never got used to how terrible it tasted. Who in the right mind would make something like that, anyway? Sergeant Wilhelm Jobbe jogged towards Tazville holding a clipboard, saluted, and began reading off to him.
	"Sir, I finished collecting all of this years votes. Looks like Tennigan wins again." The sergeant adjusted his glasses as he finished. General Tazville dumped his coffee and wiped his hands together. "I'd ought to get back to the Island tonight, then." He took the clipboard from Jobbe and walked towards the Landing Base. 
	As he walked, flipped through each page on the clipboard, detailing the votes of every single "citizen" in Cancer. He stopped when he got to page 7, seeing a large portion of votes for Hale. Unacceptable. If the fat bastard would keep his promise of decomissioning both Pisces AND Cancer, then Crab Island would be done for. He casually whistled as he pulled out the page, and grabbed for a nearby phone. "A-Base? This is Papa Devil, I'm going to need to delay the flight to Gil by say... Two hours, I'd like to make one last checkup on the base. Over." And with that, he plucked out Page 7 and pulled out a lighter, burning it to ashes.