The Trumpet Blow of Strone Road is a titanic, safe nation, renowned for its museums and concert halls, smutty television, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic population of 23.083 billion Strone Roaders are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The medium-sized, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Social Policy, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mattress Town. The average income tax rate is 71.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Strone Roadian economy, worth a remarkable 1,921 trillion old mattresses a year, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 83,221 old mattresses, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Business meetings across the country are interrupted by the sound of squeaking whoopee-cushions, every new building project has to undergo a five-year environmental impact study before it can go ahead, out-of-work actors say they can't complain, and the Smalltopian embassy doubles as an electoral campaign headquarters. Crime is totally unknown. Strone Road's national animal is the human baby, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Strone Road is ranked 163,430^th in the world and 1^st in Autism Spectrum for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 705.71 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.