There's a lot of great stuff here, but for some reason the thing that completely broke me is having "Desert Island", a small isle with nothing but sand and a single palm tree, in the middle of lush, green islands.

I'm sure that, if a river was drawn into this map, it would be a ten-headed abomination originating from nothing, going uphill through the mountains, and connecting one side of the ocean to the other.

(Also "Nopon" being an almost 1:1 transposition of Japan, but "Retro Tokyo" is in the wrong place lmao)

This is actually a lot of work put into a supposedly generic map.

Loth-plagiarien

Lmao! This map is unreasonably funny.

As the son of a deceased blacksmith from Quainthamlet, a small settlement near Townsburg, I have taken my amateur hand-crafted sword and am on the way to Camenot to find my destiny; most likely reaching my limits many times and overcoming them (just) with the help of my trusty companions and the burning hope and power of friendship that lies within me.

Or I'll just die, because my sword is crap and I'm a noob.

I'm just hanging out in Townburg greeting adventurers.

It's a trap! This is just a fantasized map of Brazil! Run for your lives before OP drags us all to Rio!

God this feels EXACTLY like Azeroth from World of Warcraft. But hey the dragons have some isles and eggs so I'm down for that, love me some dragons that are actually doing well in a setting

Exporting chainmail bikinis to the underdressed warrior women

I am but a humble doom miner, mining my doom.

I live in a humble fishing village overlooking Eisfjörd, in the vast cold reaches of Skändivikingä

That's still way more imaginative than anything I can do.

This looks like Eurasia if you nuked the ever living fuck out of the middle east.

Edit: Honestly this just looks like a post nuclear earth where we just kept dropping more nukes.

Simplified eurasia? Nice idea!

There's no way the Ice castle of the necrolord and the mountains of muscle aren't a Fire &Ice reference

I'm either a cleric from the Abbey of St Whatever passing through Heroshire in my way to hunt monsters in Vampsylvania, or a spellcasting hermit of dubious sanity living in the Witchy Wood.

you cannot convince me that the Lost City of Erm was not a play on Um from the Discworld

I am but a humble traveling troubadour of Lower Noblesse. Or that is what I would have you believe. In truth, I am an information broker and spy for Steel Anne, the infamous forest bandit, and her band of Jolly Fellows from the Robbin Woods.

I be the Boris Johnsons in the corners blowing wind

Oh, this is lovely!

I live in the Doom Mines. I mine doom.

Honestly, it's not good for much and the economy has been trash lately, the mine has been flooding and wheat doesn't grow well here. I don't really see it getting much better any time soon.

I’m either one of the dragons or a resident of Wizarddidit

That's not fair. My wood elves are Reavers, my high elves are Nazis, and my drow are Morlocks.

Hold up in my room at the pub in Boozy Bay sweating out the Elvish drugs and Orc rum, living my own Heart of Darkness.