The Tragic Demise of Dirina is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by The Benevolent Protector with an iron fist, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, aversion to nipples, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 33.619 billion Dirinians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, with Industry also on the agenda, while Environment and Spirituality are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Burghville Central Boroughton. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Dirinan economy, worth an astonishing 12,071 trillion dents a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an amazing 359,063 dents, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,906,456 per year while the poor average 35,727, a ratio of 53.4 to 1.

A milk bath costs more than bathing in money, the government regrets to say that it is forced to make cuts to citizens, religious households enthusiastically use whips in private, and the nation's new Mylab space station is notorious for being the loneliest place above the planet. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Dirina's national animal is the sheep, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Dirina is ranked 292,587^th in the world and 11,160^th in Balder for Lowest Crime Rates, with 5.43 law-abiding acts per hour.