The End of Plexaris is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by The Herald of Paradise with an even hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, ritual sacrifices, and absence of drug laws. The compassionate, devout population of 4.754 billion Plexarisians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Buropëde. The average income tax rate is 75.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Plexarisian economy, worth 965 trillion Shards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 203,084 Shards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Manufacturers of biodegradable plastics have to wait for months to show evidence of organic decomposition, the police use sound cannons and mortars to deal with loud parties, teens graduate from front of house retail to the frontlines of war, and coffee cups have grown in size to accommodate the huge ingredients list. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Plexaris's national animal is the Red-Lipped Batfish, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Faith of the Eternal Everything.

Plexaris is ranked 317,520^th in the world and 4,267^th in The North Pacific for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 21.28 on the Bus Surprisal Index.