The Könirike of Havalland is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by King Leon Wolf III with an iron fist, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, public floggings, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 10.699 billion Havallish 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kingston. The average income tax rate is 78.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Havallish economy, worth 941 trillion Fers a year, is highly specialized and led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 88,014 Fers, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Bureaucrats close new businesses for not complying with the Penguin Packaging Index, the government is notorious for leaving citizens with almost nothing from their inheritance, the cruise missile launchers on the field hospital roof are purely deterrent in purpose, and maximum security fish farms leave caged salmon pining for the fjords. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Havalland's national animal is the Havallish Grey Wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Frauisk.

Havalland is ranked 102,572^nd in the world and 125^th in The Western Isles for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 84.03 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.