The Bready Treat of Popover is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its keen interest in outer space, infamous sell-swords, and punitive income tax rates. The cynical, devout population of 2.556 billion Popoverians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Outer Shell. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 73.4%.

The all-consuming Popoverian economy, worth 254 trillion Flour Tokens a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 99,607 Flour Tokens, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 443,266 per year while the poor average 13,930, a ratio of 31.8 to 1.

Talking during class is a gateway to lifelong drug addiction, there's no escape from the rule of law... or police brutality, the free market's hand is quite visible, and buses are widely regarded as the safest way to travel. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Popover's national animal is the Kitchen Rat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Popover is ranked 288,775^th in the world and 7^th in Realm of Baked Goods for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -8.25 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.