The Community of Willipe is a tiny, safe nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, irreverence towards religion, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic population of 7 million Willipeans are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 69.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The struggling Willipean economy, worth 134 billion dilmas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Tourism, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 19,222 dilmas, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The new airport at Mr. Giles' farm is panicking his sheep, voting is voluntary, the mining industry is making inroads into environmentally sensitive areas, and citizens are barcoded to keep track of their movements. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Willipe's national animal is the tiger, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Willipe is ranked 58,401^st in the world and 37^th in Karma for Highest Drug Use, scoring 262.66 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.