The Supreme Enchantment of Witchcliff is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Head Witch Arkacia with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, compulsory military service, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 44.253 billion Witchcliffians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Hollowpine. The average income tax rate is 90.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Witchcliffian economy, worth a remarkable 6,148 trillion spells a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 138,944 spells, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Both diets and economic output are growing leaner with recent restrictions to free trade, foreigners write "made in Witchcliff" on shoddy merchandise in hope of receiving a buy-out, it is common to see Maxémon Trainer listed on Witchcliffian resumés, and international trade can be a pain to deal with. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Witchcliff's national animal is the black cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is wicca.

Witchcliff is ranked 77,179^th in the world and 10^th in Dragon Lair for Nicest Citizens, with 15.51 average smiles per day.