The Colony of Mythel is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Maxwell with a fair hand, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, pith helmet sales, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 13.567 billion Mythelians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The large, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Eden. The average income tax rate is 71.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Mythelian economy, worth a remarkable 1,535 trillion souls a year, is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Tourism, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an impressive 113,183 souls, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Visiting dignitaries make excuses to leave functions early and head to the nearest pub, recognizing the Mythelian flag qualifies you for citizenship, flipping a coin to make a decision leads to a referral to Gambling Addiction Services, and parents seeking custody have to write a five-thousand word analysis of their child's imaginary friend. Crime is totally unknown. Mythel's national animal is the daemon, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Mythel is ranked 216,872^nd in the world and 118^th in Lands End for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring -3.58 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.