The Socially Awkward State of Sylvie is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by Queen Sylvie II with a fair hand, and renowned for its absence of drug laws and restrictive gun laws. The hard-working, democratic population of 2.972 billion Sylvians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, liberal, outspoken government prioritizes Administration, with Welfare, Healthcare, and Defense also on the agenda, while Spirituality and International Aid are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Jermajesty Wessex. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.0%.

The strong Sylvian economy, worth 127 trillion poems a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 42,771 poems, with the richest citizens earning 7.9 times as much as the poorest.

The police have taken to prying guns out of the cold fingers of Sylvians, it's all white elephants on parade, the National Archive now covers square miles of warehouses in order to accommodate its new stone tablets system, and if a tree falls in the forest Queen Sylvie II is personally notified. Crime is a problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Sylvie's national animal is the abstraction, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Monikaism.

Sylvie is ranked 16,635^th in the world and 1^st in Sylvia for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 6,942.87 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.