The Residential College of Saybrook is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Lord Saye and Sele with an iron fist, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, public floggings, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 28.987 billion Saybrugians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Spirituality, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of two couryards׃ stone and grass. The average income tax rate is 36.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Saybrugian economy, worth 872 trillion grapes a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Retail. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 30,098 grapes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The Museum of Blackacrean War Crimes is located on "Blackacre Did Nothing Wrong Avenue", home renovation shows are increasingly popular, the media seems excessively interested in what Lord Saye and Sele is wearing this season, and politicians have been known to swim in pools filled with grapes. Crime is relatively low, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Saybrook's national animal is the seal, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Squiche.

Saybrook is ranked 84,163^rd in the world and 1^st in Priory for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 36.26 on the Bus Surprisal Index.