The Colony of Crownstead Territory is a mammoth, orderly nation, renowned for its deadly medical pandemics, keen interest in outer space, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.133 billion Crownstead Territoryians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 66.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Crownstead Territoryian economy, worth 926 trillion pounds a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, Uranium Mining, and Furniture Restoration. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 129,937 pounds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Arms manufacturing has been put at an arm's length, Red Cross demand for body bags is rising while sutures go unused, immigrants who don't like the taste of Crownstead Territoryian Turnip Chips are immediately deported, and a National Academy regulates grammar and usage. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Crownstead Territory's national animal is the panther, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Crownstead Territory is ranked 106,008^th in the world and 2^nd in Zecrarth for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 1,643.43 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.