The Fiefdom of Navsland is a huge, genial nation, remarkable for its national health service, aversion to nipples, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical population of 723 million Navslandians 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Navsland. The average income tax rate is 81.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Navslandian economy, worth 81.3 trillion Navis a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Basket Weaving. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 112,456 Navis, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The most penniless demographics have by far the highest number of researchers per capita, many suspect that the 'Whinny The Plop' children's magazine contains covert criticism of Leader, several inches are being added to first class seating, and drunk drivers are sent to rehabilitation paid for by the government. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Navsland's national animal is the Navslandian Maneless Lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Navsland is ranked 191,452^nd in the world and 8,366^th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 6.65 Obesity Rate.