The Constitutional Monarchy of Forsher is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by the Prime Minister with a fair hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, smutty television, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 31.894 billion Forsherians enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of London. The average income tax rate is 97.3%.

The enormous but inefficient Forsherian economy, worth a remarkable 2,951 trillion Pounds a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Basket Weaving. Average income is 92,550 Pounds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.2 times as much as the poorest.

More sidewalk is dedicated to animals than people, snooze factory is now prison lingo for rehabilitation center, many friends and relatives of the Prime Minister have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations, and nocturnal light pollution is mostly blue. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Forsher's national animal is the Kakapo, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Forsher is ranked 326,465^th in the world and 2^nd in Orr for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 18.94 on the Bus Surprisal Index.