The Murabian Protectorate of Unthank is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Lord Provost Lanark with an even hand, and renowned for its deadly medical pandemics, smutty television, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 16.161 billion Unthankics are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Industry, although Spirituality is also considered important, while Law & Order and Environment receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Unthank. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Unthankful economy, worth a remarkable 6,848 trillion coppers a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is an amazing 423,793 coppers, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,768,303 per year while the poor average 66,298, a ratio of 26.7 to 1.

Centuries-old legal documents detailing agnatic-cognatic gavelkind succession are being dusted off again, the government's suicide hotline now redirects callers to local tax lawyers, raindances intended to summon storms instead attract tourists, and a traveller who once stubbed a toe on an Air Brancaland flight has been offered asylum. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Unthank's national animal is the dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Unthank is ranked 316,111^th in the world and 2^nd in Commonwealth of Saint Norm for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring -43.36 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.