The Republic of Juniople is a very large, orderly nation, notable for its pith helmet sales, compulsory military service, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 366 million Juniopolitans enjoy great individual freedoms in everything except elections, which, where they exist at all, are populist shams for a dictatorship government that has no intention of ever giving up power.

The relatively small, corrupt, liberal, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Iounioupoli. The average income tax rate is 24.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Juniopolitan economy, worth 46.2 trillion prinkipikons a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Retail. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an impressive 126,146 prinkipikons, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

One-man canoes fitted with the latest tracking technology leave no room for one man, maximum security fish farms leave caged salmon pining for the fjords, traumatised refugees have a full bedpan shoved into their hands along with their immigration papers, and companies are literally blowing their competition out of the water. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Juniople's national animal is the peacock, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Juniople is ranked 15,610^th in the world and 11^th in Fallen Nations for Most Cultured, scoring 96 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.