The People's Republic of Eislundir is a very large, safe nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, parental licensing program, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 341 million Eislundirians 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 75.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Eislundirian economy, worth 5.21 trillion Rahas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Basket Weaving, Tourism, and Gambling. Average income is 15,286 Rahas, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Droves of former desperados are applying to join the border police, the government records billions of hours of footage of trees, the government makes bereaved siblings into bereaved orphans, and a recent "genocide prevention" campaign includes murdering children based on their DNA. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Eislundir's national animal is the Raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Eislundir is ranked 268,066^th in the world and 10^th in Graveyard for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -8.25 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.