The Republic of Peregrin is a massive, safe nation, ruled by State Chancellor Meriadoc Yarden with a fair hand, and notable for its sprawling nuclear power plants, smutty television, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic population of 1.067 billion Peregrinians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tuckborough. The average income tax rate is 69.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Peregrinian economy, worth 119 trillion silver pennies a year, is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Trout Farming, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 111,947 silver pennies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Discarded pennies litter the streets, the nation's reinforced coffee tables are constructed to survive an atomic blast, feuilletons can only be deciphered with a Galliennais dictionary, and community organizers have given up going door to door because nobody is home. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Peregrin's national animal is the boar, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Peregrin is ranked 266,092^nd in the world and 1,165^th in Europeia for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring -6.38 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.