The Neolithic Chiefdom of Mummerke is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by The Chief with an even hand, and renowned for its rampant corporate plagiarism, ritual sacrifices, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate, cheerful, devout population of 31.569 billion Mummerkeans are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Social Policy. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mummerke. The average income tax rate is 93.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Mummerkean economy, worth a remarkable 2,610 trillion nothings a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Tourism industry. Average income is 82,697 nothings, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The "daily grind" consists of levelling up in tedious video games, sales of fishnet stockings have reached a record high, corporate innovation has effectively ended since ideas can no longer be owned, and the roundel of the Mummerkean Air Force has become an internationally recognized symbol of destruction. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mummerke's national animal is the owl, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Paganism.

Mummerke is ranked 28,740^th in the world and 1,741^st in Osiris for Highest Food Quality, scoring 73.38 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.