The Protectorate of Centamin is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its closed borders, public floggings, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 20.439 billion Centaminians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 44.0%.

The very strong Centaminian economy, worth a remarkable 1,383 trillion founders a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 67,677 founders, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

The new foreign policy is "why bother invading neighbours when they can be bought wholesale?", shelters struggle to keep up with the endless intake of stray animals, the government snoops on private internet connections, and public footpaths are being slowly eroded by the burgeoning number of ramblers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Centamin's national animal is the nations, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Centamin is ranked 123,654^th in the world and 16^th in Spear Danes for Highest Food Quality, scoring 18.93 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.