The End of Plexaris is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by The Herald of Paradise with an even hand, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, pith helmet sales, and strictly enforced bedtime. The compassionate, devout population of 4.607 billion Plexarisians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Buropëde. The average income tax rate is 74.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Plexarisian economy, worth 927 trillion Shards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 201,349 Shards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.6 times as much as the poorest.

Plexarisians firmly believe that their heroes never farted or popped their pimples, a rebrand a day keeps the debt collectors away, government adverts say that twelve lashes a day keeps divine wrath at bay, and the bonfire of the old paper records can be seen for miles around Buropëde. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Plexaris's national animal is the Red-Lipped Batfish, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Faith of the Eternal Everything.

Plexaris is ranked 14,517^th in the world and 510^th in The North Pacific for Most Developed, scoring 88.49 on the Human Development Index.