The Beautiful British Boy of Wymatha is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Wym with an even hand, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, enslaved workforce, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, devout population of 8.328 billion Wymathans are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 57.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Wymathan economy, worth 993 trillion Scarabs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 119,248 Scarabs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

The new airport at Mr. Giles' farm is panicking his sheep, when shaking hands with foreign leaders Wym wears an armoured gauntlet, foreign nationals are widely distrusted, and the fattest folk in Wymatha look to be the happiest ones. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wymatha's national animal is the Werepig, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wymatha is ranked 42,572^nd in the world and 2^nd in Wymondham for Most Subsidized Industry, scoring 4,463.9 on the Gilded Widget Scale.