The Community of Penrynn is a very large, cultured nation, renowned for its parental licensing program, disturbing lack of elderly people, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, cynical population of 221 million Rynians 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, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 86.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Rynian economy, worth 9.74 trillion tokens a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Basket Weaving, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 44,081 tokens, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

When flight control tells pilots to alter course the usual reply is "No, YOU move!", the jackhammer is considered a tool of artistic criticism, people make a career out of medical voyeurism, and search-and-rescue organisations are the biggest employer in the country. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Penrynn's national animal is the salamander, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Penrynn is ranked 303,119^th in the world and 226^th in Squeaky Squeakers for Most Developed, scoring 49.29 on the Human Development Index.