The Frosted Leaves of Boreal Forests is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its triple-decker prams, infamous sell-swords, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 5.241 billion Boreal Forestsians are ruled with an iron fist by the socialist government, which grants its people the freedom to do whatever they like so long as it doesn't involve getting richer than anybody else or challenging the government.

The large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 50.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but sluggish Boreal Forestsian economy, worth 123 trillion bitcoins a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Gambling, Cheese Exports, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Soda Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 23,515 bitcoins, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Emergency services don't respond to trailer park fires, the standard prescription for infertility-causing conditions is "go have a baby", claiming that "my cousin said it was legal" is a common courtroom defense, and blind dates reemerge as a necessary evil in the quest for love. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Boreal Forests's national animal is the cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Boreal Forests is ranked 325,715^th in the world and 289^th in Forest for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring zero on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.