| National Factbook |
| Flag: |
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| Nation Name: |
Marshmallow Valley |
| Leader Name: |
Penelope Fudge |
| Currency: |
Cup |
| National Animal: |
Puffalo |
| History: |
The origins of Marshmallow Valley are as soft and mysterious as its morning mists. According to ancient scrolls preserved in the Library of Crumbledown, the valley was first discovered by a wandering tribe of pastry sages known as the Confectionari, who followed a trail of glowing dew-lilies into a hidden vale unlike any other. They called it Velovenia, meaning “land of gentle promise.”
But the land was not empty. It was watched over by sacred creatures—fluffy, horned beasts with heart-shaped eyes and marshmallow-thick hides. The Confectionari called them Puffaloes, and they quickly became both companions and guides. The Puffaloes taught them to live in harmony with the land: to farm peppermint wheat, tap honeytrees, and build from candyglass and gingerstone. These early settlers would lay the foundation for a kingdom that would become known across continents—not for its armies, but for its mercy.
As centuries passed, the valley bloomed. Villages grew into townships, and the river-warmed plains filled with orchards and song. The early monarchs of Marshmallow Valley ruled gently, bound by a sacred oath known as the Sugar Covenant—a faith in kindness, nourishment, and divine sweetness. “May our hearts be soft, but our promise unbreakable,” the oath began, and it became the soul of the nation.
During the Era of Cracks (roughly 800 years ago), the outside world discovered the valley. Traders arrived, bringing foreign sugars, golden truffles, and troubling rumors of conquest. It was then that the First Candy Wars began—skirmishes not of ambition, but of defense. Led by Queen Dulcette the Glazed, the people stood firm. With Puffalo-mounted guardians and sprinkle-loaded catapults, they defended the Valley’s peace and won.
To prevent future invasions, Dulcette ordered the building of the Fondant Wall, a border defense disguised as a sprawling garden of frosting vines and honey thorns. Her successors ruled in peace for many generations, each remembered by the flavor of their reign: King Clovington the Spiced, Queen Miel the Golden, King Biscotti the Brief.
But none changed the Valley more than Princess Penelope, crowned at the age of 17 after her parents, the benevolent rulers King Marzivan and Queen Rosabelle, perished in a tragic gingerboat accident on Lake Gumdrop. Many doubted she could rule. But Penelope, schooled in diplomacy, sugarcraft, and the teachings of the Covenant, proved them wrong.
She abolished forced frosting labor, reformed education to include both scripture and sprinkle science, and built the Royal Fluff Guard—not to invade, but to defend the softness of the realm. She modernized the nation with wind power, founded the Royal Sprinkle Squadron, and brought the valley into the global community—without sacrificing its identity.
Her leadership brought about the Second Sweetening, a golden age of trade, culture, and moral clarity. Under her reign, crime dropped to zero. Pollution became a forgotten word. And Puffalo herds reached record happiness.
Today, Marshmallow Valley stands as a glowing, sugar-lit gem of peace in a bitter world—a living symbol of the power of grace, the strength of softness, and the legacy of those who believe that kindness can rule.
As the saying goes:
“A land frosted in love shall never fall to fire.” |
| Geography |
| Continent: |
Europe |
| Land Area: |
7,242.03 sq. km |
| Terrain: |
Nestled in a secluded corner of Europe, Marshmallow Valley is a land of surreal beauty and gentle bounty—where the hills roll like fondant, the rivers shimmer with a sugary sheen, and every breeze carries the scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and peace. Its terrain is a patchwork of frosting-kissed meadows, caramel-threaded woods, and rich, velvety soil, perfect for cultivating the nation’s signature sweet crops.
The valley itself is cradled between two softly sloping mountain ranges: the Sugarspun Peaks to the north, their cloud-touched caps dusted with permanent frost, and the Toffee Ridge to the south, where warm golden cliffs drip with amber-hued mineral flows. These natural barriers keep out harsh weather and most unwanted guests, though ancient peppermint trails wind through them for the brave (or foolish) traveler.
Central Marshmallow Valley is defined by the Fluffplains—wide, rolling fields of pillowy green where puffalo herds roam in peace. These plains are laced with meandering brooks and winding licorice-laced footpaths that lead to local villages and farms. The soil here is rich and dark, ideal for growing candycorn, peppermint wheat, taffy beans, and cotton candy blossoms. Seasonal rainfall drizzles gently, timed like nature itself follows a confectioner’s schedule.
At the heart of the Valley lies Gumdrop Falls, the sparkling capital, nestled beside a crystalline lake fed by the Jellystream River. The lake’s waters are filtered through layers of sugarstone and pastel quartz, giving them their famed aquamarine glow. Cherry trees line its edges, blooming in rotating hues year-round due to the unique microclimate sustained by the Valley’s wind-powered infrastructure.
To the west, the Glazewood Forest stretches into misty mystery. Home to ancient sugarbark trees, licorice-rooted oaks, and the whispering willow wands, it is protected territory under the Sugar Covenant, said to contain sacred springs and watchful spirits of sweetness past. Beyond that lies the Marshmallow Marsh, a dreamy, fog-laced expanse where pink reeds sway and dew tastes faintly of raspberry.
The eastern coast opens onto the Saltwater Taffy Sea, where rocky shores give way to soft candyfloss beaches and sherbet dunes. The Fondant Armada docks in harbors carved from melted stone and cooled by moonlight, while children build gumdrop castles beneath peppermint umbrellas.
Beneath the terrain, gentle geothermal veins warm the Valley year-round, and sweetwater aquifers ensure the land stays lush. Flora and fauna alike thrive in harmony—from flutterbees and hummingweets to puffaloes, bloom-snails, and marmalade songbirds.
Here in Marshmallow Valley, the land is not just sweet in taste, but in spirit. It does not challenge its people—it nurtures them. It does not rise to dominate—it flows to embrace. It is, as the Sugar Covenant says, “a land frosted in grace and sprinkled in promise.” |
| Highest Peak: |
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| Climate: |
Marshmallow Valley experiences a temperate, confectionally-calibrated climate—a delicate balance of softness, sweetness, and seasonal rhythm that brings both prosperity and charm to its sugar-blessed lands. Nestled between the protective Sugarspun Peaks and the warm currents of the Saltwater Taffy Sea, the Valley’s climate is a gift of divine engineering, made gentle by nature and further tamed by generations of enchanted sustainability.
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🌷 Spring (The Blooming)
Spring arrives not with a storm, but with a sigh—warm air drifting down from the Sugarspun Peaks like a comforting quilt. Temperatures hover between 60–70°F (15–21°C), and early morning mists are laced with honeysuckle and dew that glistens like sugar pearls.
Fields burst with cotton candy blossoms and jellybean clover, while candyfruit trees awaken in waves of pink, lavender, and citrus tones. Gentle, twirling breezes known as “twispwinds” stir the air, distributing pollen and stories alike. Puffalo herds return to the Fluffplains, and children begin flying ribbon-kites to honor Sweetseed Day, the traditional celebration of new life.
Rainfall is light but consistent, often falling in soft, rhythmic “drizzles” (named for their resemblance to icing), and thunderstorms are rare, appearing only with the arrival of a “whiskercloud”—a high-altitude, whipped-cream-like cloud formation that signals a cleansing rain.
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☀️ Summer (The Sunmelting)
Summer in the Valley is radiant but never cruel. Temperatures rise to a mild 75–85°F (24–29°C), with occasional peaks on Suncone Days, when the heat is sweet and sticky. Skies are painted in candyfloss hues—faint pinks, dreamy blues, and golden apricot sunrises.
Humidity is moderate and often carries the scent of distant caramel groves. Nights remain cool and are celebrated with bonfires, s’more socials, and the Festival of Frostlight, where glow-candies are released across the Jellystream River in honor of those who kept the Valley safe through the cold months.
The Fondant Armada patrols warm coastal winds, while farmers harvest early batches of mintcorn, lemonbuds, and crystal beets. Rain is rare, but when it comes, it is warm and soft, often followed by sunbows—lighter, pastel-colored rainbows that are considered good omens.
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🍁 Autumn (The Glazing)
Perhaps the Valley’s most celebrated season, autumn is called The Glazing for the way it coats the world in gold, amber, cinnamon, and blush. Temperatures ease into 55–65°F (12–18°C), and the air becomes crisper, laced with baked scents from hillside ovens and festival carts.
Trees shift their colors like candies in a jar—grape purple, peachy orange, and licorice red. Twilight arrives earlier, casting long shadows from the Toffee Ridge and beckoning storytellers and scholars out into lantern-lit streets. Gentle breezes called “sugarwind drafts” pick up, scattering spiced leaves across courtyards and marsh paths.
Farmers gather taffy roots and nutmeg bulbs, and the Valley prepares for the cozying of winter with the Cinnamon Lantern Walk and First Frost Feast.
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❄️ Winter (The Stillwhisper)
Winter arrives in silence—snowfall drifting like powdered sugar shaken from heaven. Temperatures dip to 30–40°F (-1–4°C), though cold is never bitter here. It’s soft, still, and sacred. Skies go pale blue and cream, and the stars appear earlier, brighter, and more tender.
Snow forms in rounded mounds and glows faintly at night due to trace sugarquartz particles in the ground. This “glowsnow” lights paths even in silence. The Puffalo herds wear seasonal marshmuffs and burrow in warmed sugar caves until Thawing Song Day.
Icicles form in slow curls on gingerwood eaves, and ice-skating on Lake Gumdrop becomes a national pastime. Winds calm, skies clear, and peace blankets the land like frosting. Winter ends only when the first dewswish is spotted—a snowdrop that glitters like glass and marks the coming Blooming.
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Marshmallow Valley’s climate is not merely mild—it is merciful. It sustains, it sparkles, and it softens the soul. As the Royal Almanac says, “Let it rain, let it shine, let it snow—so long as it’s sweet.” |
| People & Society |
| Population: |
297,575 people |
| Demonym: |
Sweetizen |
| Demonym Plural: |
Sweetizens |
| Ethnic Groups: |
Candari - 84.0%
Puffalun - 12.0% |
| Languages: |
Sweet Talk - 100.0%
English - 100.0% |
| Religions: |
Sugar Covenant - 100.0% |
| Health |
| Life Expectancy: |
150 years |
| Obesity: |
0% |
| Alcohol Users: |
0% |
| Tobacco Users: |
0% |
| Cannabis Users: |
0% |
| Hard Drug Users: |
0% |
| Economy |
| Description: |
The economy of Marshmallow Valley is as carefully balanced as a meringue tower in a breeze—built on sweetness, shaped by morality, and sustained by the gentle hands of its people. While other nations rely on greed or power, Marshmallow Valley thrives through the principles of the Sugar Covenant: give generously, trade fairly, and never forget the value of joy.
At its core, the Valley’s economy is a harmonious blend of agriculture, artisanal production, clean energy, and international trade. Everything is tied to the land—and the land, in return, gives freely.
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🍬 Agriculture & Confectionary Crops
The Valley’s fertile Fluffplains produce a bounty of unique, flavor-rich crops. Peppermint wheat, taffy beans, cotton candy stalks, bubbleberry vines, and glowfruit trees make up the bulk of domestic farming. Fields are tended with marshmallow plows pulled by puffaloes and irrigated with sweetwater streams drawn from Lake Gumdrop.
Crops are harvested seasonally and sent to local co-op kitchens and village candy foundries, where they’re transformed into everything from medicinal lozenges to export-quality sweets. No food goes to waste; leftovers are redistributed through the Frosting for All Act, which ensures that even the poorest citizen dines like royalty.
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🧁 Crafts, Industry, and Flavored Exports
Marshmallow Valley has no factories in the traditional sense—only candyworks, sugarforges, and gingertech labs, where artisans blend craftsmanship with magic. Exports include:
• Frosted glass (sugar-stabilized crystal used for windows and wands)
• Pressed caramel bricks (stronger than stone, sweeter than steel)
• Edible paper, scented inks, and lace lollies used in diplomacy
• And the highly sought-after marzipan engines, which power hover carts in regions that recognize the Covenant’s trade routes.
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🔋 Energy & Infrastructure
The Valley is fully powered by clean energy, primarily from wind farms on the Sugarspun Peaks and solar candy arrays that soak in soft sunlight. Energy is free and abundant, powering everything from chocolate cooling towers to the puffalo tram system in Gumdrop Falls.
Infrastructure is maintained by the Royal Builder’s Guild, a publicly funded group of sugarstone masons and frosting engineers. All roads are cobbled with candyquartz and lined with lampposts powered by syruplight or glow-pebbles.
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📊 Currency & Commerce
The official currency is the Cup—small, candy-stamped coins and notes in denominations of Quarter-Cup, Half-Cup, Full Cupcake, and Royal Cup. Bartering is still common in rural areas, but the Cup is widely accepted internationally due to its stability and “tastiness-backed” standard.
Trade is governed by the Sweet Exchange Council, a nonpartisan panel of farmers, bakers, scribes, and Puffalo herders who oversee everything from tax rates (low and progressive) to import limits on sour goods.
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🌍 International Trade & Relations
Marshmallow Valley trades sparingly with outside nations, preferring allies who uphold similar values of peace, protection, and pudding-based diplomacy. Major exports include:
• Caramel steel to neutral defense partners
• Blessed marzipan scrolls for ceremonial use in faith-based nations
• And emergency frosting rations sent as foreign aid
In return, the Valley imports rare spices, crafting silks, and novelty hats.
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🏦 Banking, Savings, and Soft Wealth
The Bank of the Blossom Crown oversees the nation’s treasury, savings programs, and marshmallow-backed reserve fund. Citizens are encouraged to save, invest in community markets, and contribute to local Puffalo shelters, which receive partial state subsidies.
There are no billionaire barons or faceless corporations here—just cooperatives, fair vendors, and a sugar-tinged middle class. Greed is not illegal, but it is heavily frowned upon (and often results in politely being left off the invitation list to Cookieball season).
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The economy of Marshmallow Valley doesn’t just work—it flows like warm syrup: steady, sweet, and sustaining all who live within its gentle bounty. |
| Average Yearly Income: |
$80.05 |
| Gross Domestic Product (GDP): |
$226,399,675.00 |
| GDP per Capita: |
$760.81 |
| Gross National Income (GNI): |
$170,353,895.00 |
| Industries: |
In Marshmallow Valley, industry isn’t cold or mechanical—it’s warm, delicious, and carefully hand-crafted like a spun-sugar sculpture. It hums along not in smokestacks and soot, but in cozy village kitchens, glittering sugarworks, and solar-sweetened laboratories. Every factory floor smells like baked vanilla and every craftsman has frosting under their fingernails.
The Valley’s economy thrives thanks to five main industries: Confectionary Arts, Sustainable Agriculture, Magical Manufacturing, Clean Energy, and Cultural Export. Each sector is built on core values of care, beauty, and balance—with innovation as welcome as whipped cream on pie.
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🍰 1. The Confectionary Arts
This is the heart of Marshmallow Valley, the industry that started it all. Passed down for generations, confectionary craftsmanship is more than a job—it’s a sacred tradition. Citizens train from childhood to temper chocolate, sculpt sugar, whip dream-cream, and bind sweets with enchanted stabilizers.
Exports include:
• Marshmelt pearls: tiny edible beads that burst with emotion-based flavor
• Cinnamon glass: decorative candy used in architecture and decor
• Royal Fudge Medals: edible awards gifted to dignitaries
• Healing bonbons: herbal-sugar infusions used in Valley medicine
Nearly every town has a Sweet Guild, where artists experiment with flavor alchemy and compete in friendly monthly “Bake for the Crown” contests.
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🌾 2. Sustainable Agriculture
The Valley’s terrain is rich and fertile, nurtured by the sugary winds of the Sugarspun Peaks. Peppermint wheat, taffy beanpods, cloudberry bushes, and lemonlace vines form the bulk of farming. No pesticides are used—only blossom bees and natural candytoads who keep the ecosystem balanced.
Agriculture focuses on:
• Biodiversity, not monoculture
• Crop rotation, using flavor-pairing algorithms
• Puffalo-based composting for regenerative soil care
Farmers are revered as “Flavor Founders,” with their own patron holiday: The Sweetroot Festival, held each spring.
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⚡️ 3. Clean & Magical Energy
Refusing to build a nuclear future, Marshmallow Valley is powered entirely by:
• Wind turbines spun by caramel-braided blades
• Sunmelter Panels that convert sunlight into syrup-bound energy
• Jellystream hydro-wheels along the Licorice River
• Occasional emergency backup via gingersnap batteries
This industry is maintained by the Candylight Commission, who oversee all infrastructure and respond to shortages with marshmallow care kits and neighborhood bonbon rations.
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🧪 4. Magical Manufacturing
This growing sector is the most experimental—powered by sugar science, alchemy, and sweet intuition.
Products include:
• Marzipan Mechanisms: tiny gear-driven engines
• Caramel Lattices: stronger than titanium, edible in emergencies
• Syrup Scribes: enchanted scrolls that record everything spoken nearby
• Frostweave Textiles: soft, cold-resistant fabrics infused with vanilla charm
The Valley has banned all “sourtech” (bitter AI, mind-spice control) and does not export to morally ambiguous nations. Research is funded by the Fondant Futures Institute, located in Gumdrop Falls.
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🎭 5. Arts, Culture & Education
Tourism and cultural exports form a soft-power sector that touches the whole world. Travelers come for:
• Storybread Theaters
• Glittering Candy Gardens
• The Museum of Forgotten Flavors
• And the Gumdrop Opera, where actors sing entire ballads without moving their lips (a proud Valley tradition)
Every citizen is encouraged to pursue creative work, and children are taught arts from age three in Lollipop Lyceums—small, sweet-smelling schools with peppermint chalk and cupcake-capped desks.
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💗 Optional Mini-Industries:
• Puffalo Ranching (milk, fluff, transport)
• Candy Architecture (sugarstone, frosting mortar, edible bridges)
• Flavor Archives (flavor record-keeping and emotional mapping)
• Royal Sprinkle Intelligence (national information and… probably spies)
• Wanderfluff Exploration Corps (scouting other lands, mapping the skies)
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The industries of Marshmallow Valley aren’t just economic—they’re cultural, emotional, and spiritual. Here, productivity and sweetness are forever entwined. To build is to bless. To flavor is to flourish. |
| Military |
| History: |
At first glance, Marshmallow Valley might appear too whimsical to need a military. But beneath the frosting lies a steely resolve to protect peace, preserve joy, and sweeten the bitter-hearted. While diplomacy is the first defense, the Valley’s forces are prepared for anything—with glittering precision and a gumdrop grit that has earned global respect.
The armed forces of Marshmallow Valley are known collectively as the Royal Confectionary Guard, often abbreviated to RCG. Each branch is named, trained, and adorned with care, designed to reflect the Valley’s values of harmony, elegance, and—when necessary—unshakable strength.
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🍭 The Royal Fluff Guard (Army)
Formed in ancient times during the Sour Wars, the Sprinkle Guard is the ground force of the Valley and is made up of elite units trained in both traditional tactics and unconventional sugary warfare.
• Uniforms: Glossy pastel armor with sugarglass plating
• Weapons: Licorice-laced spears, gum-guns (peppermint rounds), marshmuskets
• Elite Units:
• The Jawbreaker Battalion – known for breaking sieges and stubborn strongholds
• The Nougats – camouflaged in caramel terrain, guerrilla specialists
• The Soft Serve Corps – peacekeepers trained in psychological sugar warfare
They travel by fluffalo, armored wagons, and molasses tanks.
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🌬️ The Royal Sprinkle Squadron (Air Force)
This soaring branch commands the skies in shimmering candy-painted aircraft, each named after legendary Valley sweets. With pastel vapor trails and engines powered by crystallized wind essence, their flights are silent but unforgettable.
• Aircraft Classes:
• Frostwings (fastest planes, leave trails of wintermint)
• Meringue Darts (stealth fighters)
• Cottoncloud Cruisers (transports with holographic decoys)
Their main mission: defend the airspace, deliver aid, and drop joy—not bombs.
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⚓ The Fondant Armada (Navy)
Tasked with protecting the syrupy shores and marshmallow bays of the Valley, the Fondant Armada sails on saltwater taffy currents in ships powered by wind, wave, and enchantment.
• Vessels:
• Caramel Clippers (fast recon)
• Gumbarques (heavily armored patrol ships)
• The Jelly Javelin (flagship of the Fondant Armada)
• Special Division: The Fluffmarine Corps—amphibious puffalo-mounted warriors who fight in shoreline and river skirmishes
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🍬 The Sugarveil Intelligence Bureau (SIB)
While not officially acknowledged by the royal court, the SIB is known to gather intelligence through charm, misdirection, and the occasional toffee bribe.
Their agents are trained in:
• Espionage via enchanted lollipops
• Diplomatic disguise (undercover dessert sellers)
• Flavor fingerprinting (no two taste palettes are the same)
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🛡️ Defensive Magic Division (DMD)
Marshmallow Valley does not seek magical domination—but it will defend its sweetness with spells. The DMD guards borders using wards, flavor auras, and enchantments woven by trained flavorweavers and sugar witches.
• Shield Spells: Sour-repulsion domes
• Attack Spells: Temporary freeze (via peppermint frost), Stickystorm (binding enemies in melted caramel)
• Battle Mages: Called Glazecasters
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⚔️ Core Philosophy
• “Defense, not Domination” – The Valley never strikes first, but responds with purpose
• “Every Citizen a Shield” – All citizens receive joyful defense training: candy-saber etiquette, shelter setup, gumdrop signal codes
• “One Crown, One Candy” – The Queen serves as Supreme Commander, but delegates to trusted Marshals of Sweetness
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🏅 Traditions and Honors
• Soldiers earn Flavor Medals (e.g., Valor in Vanilla, Bravery in Butterscotch)
• Annual parade: The March of the Macarons, featuring dancing fluffalos and confetti cannons
• A shrine to the Lost Lollies—honoring all who served and were sweet to the end
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The military of Marshmallow Valley may wear heart-shaped medals and candy-striped boots—but make no mistake: they are trained, equipped, and emotionally fortified to protect their homeland with both gentleness and gumption. |
| Soldiers: |
18,000 |
| Tanks: |
179 |
| Aircraft: |
10 |
| Ships: |
4 |
| Missiles: |
0 |
| Nuclear Weapons: |
0 |
| Last Updated: 07/31/2025 02:48 pm |
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