The Holy Empire of Cotton Bunnies is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, ban on automobiles, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 6.22 billion Cotton Bunniesians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 11.4%.

The strong Cotton Bunniesian economy, worth 442 trillion Cotton Candies a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Arms Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 71,122 Cotton Candies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Pharmaceutical companies emphatically promise that "your pills are in the mail" rather than admit any supply shortfall, superfoods are often seen as supervillains, the Cotton Bunnies City Prison Revue puts on a better stage show than anything in the Theatre District, and there's a bright dawn ahead for Cotton Bunnies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Cotton Bunnies's national animal is the Bunny, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Cotton Bunnies is ranked 197,233^rd in the world and 192^nd in Resuscitation for Most Avoided, scoring 1.72 on the Kardashian Reflex Score.