The Holy Empire of Granrose is a colossal, genial nation, notable for its compulsory military service, pith helmet sales, and infamous sell-swords. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 2.643 billion Granroseans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Granrose City. The average income tax rate is 43.4%.

The Granrosean economy, worth 175 trillion empyrean dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Information Technology, and Tourism. Average income is 66,390 empyrean dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.6 times as much as the poorest.

Leisure is a crime in ski towns, citizens no longer take selfies with their dead relatives at funerals, more money is spent on policing the welfare system for abuse than on the welfare system itself, and Scoutmasters debate whether luxury log cabins defeat the purpose of camping. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Granrose's national animal is the Phoenix, which can occasionally be seen dodging aircraft in the nation's cities.

Granrose is ranked 160,257^th in the world and 10^th in Warzone Sandbox for Smartest Citizens, with 28.6 quips per hour.