The Republic of Pierpontia is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Burt Tyrannosaurus Macklin with a fair hand, and notable for its strictly enforced bedtime, national health service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 18.985 billion Pierpontians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The minute government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pierpont. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 3.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Pierpontian economy, worth a remarkable 2,282 trillion shells a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an impressive 120,224 shells, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 383,000 per year while the poor average 28,710, a ratio of 13.3 to 1.

New government leaflets tell coeliac children to eat more crisps, getting an infected tattoo is considered a rite of passage in Pierpontia, the law says it's okay to sell a bomb to a terrorist so long as they promise not to detonate it, and a burger chain recently changed its name to Mack Donaldz for legal reasons. Crime, especially youth-related, is a problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Pierpontia's national animal is the honey badger, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Pierpontia is ranked 258,298^th in the world and 10,721^st in Lazarus for Lowest Crime Rates, with 46.93 law-abiding acts per hour.