The Most Serene Republic of Nourland is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Frederik Erikson with an even hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, hard-working, devout population of 3.527 billion Nourlandians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Spirituality, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Hăfnhold. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.5%.

The all-consuming Nourlandian economy, worth 357 trillion Nours a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is an impressive 101,496 Nours, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 420,875 per year while the poor average 16,046, a ratio of 26.2 to 1.

School plays were recently banned due to concerns of child endangerment, sales of disinfectant wipes have skyrocketed, one does not simply walk into the tundra, and a popular saying is "don't do the crime if you can't smash the lime(stone)". Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control. Nourland's national animal is the Puffin, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is Christendom.

Nourland is ranked 245,472^nd in the world and 15^th in Northern Sea for Highest Poor Incomes, with 16,046.46 Standard Monetary Units.