The Kingdom of Halouse is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by King Erik III with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, keen interest in outer space, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 12.523 billion Halouseans 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 medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 36.0%.

The all-consuming Halousean economy, worth a remarkable 1,136 trillion Halousian Marks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Automobile Manufacturing, and Basket Weaving. Average income is 90,724 Halousian Marks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Citizens live in superstitious fear of the mysterious glowing clouds that float over Halouse, cash-strapped junkies lick rabbits for a cheap high, foreign musicians that King Erik III dislikes are turned away at the border, and the military maintains a fierce arsenal of 'Cure Missiles'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Halouse's national animal is the Eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Halouse is ranked 42,227^th in the world and 1^st in The Federation of the Hartland for Lowest Crime Rates, with 76.77 law-abiding acts per hour.