The Byronic Heroes of Nodin is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Padwick with an iron fist, and renowned for its infamous sell-swords, free-roaming dinosaurs, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 41.119 billion Nodinians 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 tiny, corrupt, pro-business government prioritizes Defense, although Industry is also considered important, while Social Policy and Welfare aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Frickenhausen. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Nodinian economy, worth an astonishing 12,102 trillion $$s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 294,333 $$s, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,746,212 per year while the poor average 2,783, a ratio of 986 to 1.

Collisions between bicycles and carnival floats are on the rise, politicians stage photo ops featuring barely functional fighter jets, nose plugs are the latest Nodinian fashion accessory, and glassy-eyed Nodinian wives lifelessly chant "I love you" on command. Crime is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Nodin's national animal is the prairie oyster, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Aubrey-Maturinism.

Nodin is ranked 5,063^rd in the world and 2^nd in Islam for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 560.04 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.