The Free Land of Futikeold is a titanic, efficient nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, digital currency, and soft-spoken computers. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 10.188 billion Futikeoldians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 68.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Futikeoldian economy, worth a remarkable 1,287 trillion Mannas 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 large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Book Publishing. 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 an impressive 126,359 Mannas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

The government is reining in public spending, renewable energy projects have ground to a halt, the latest electric jet fighter has almost enough battery charge to reach cruising altitude -- provided you don't use the radar, and it is illegal to distribute Girl Guide Cookies without an advanced food hygiene diploma. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Futikeold's national animal is the mouse, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Futikeold is ranked 310,034^th in the world and 16,706^th in Osiris for Highest Drug Use, scoring 11.38 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.