The Kingdom of Tudur is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its public floggings, frequent executions, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate, cynical population of 558 million Tudurians 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 medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Caer Tudur. The average income tax rate is 36.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Tudurian economy, worth 41.8 trillion pound sterlings a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 74,977 pound sterlings, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Unpopular cops are fired at a moment's notice by the citizens they police, relations with Merovingia are as cold as Tudur's high-security cell blocks, bizarre-looking creatures called 'Liondogs' dominate wildlife preserves, and doctors are trying to diagnose diseases by looking at their patients' Snipchat pictures. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tudur's national animal is the Lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Tudur is ranked 92,281^st in the world and 77^th in Britannia for Most Cultured, scoring 67 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.