The Metal of Tin is a titanic, efficient nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, free-roaming dinosaurs, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 17.557 billion Tinians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 86.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Tinian economy, worth a remarkable 2,608 trillion Golds a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 148,577 Golds, with the richest citizens earning 7.5 times as much as the poorest.

Rumours have it that a secret police is responsible for the recent spate of missing persons, a large concrete wall is being built around the country's borders, men are enrolling into lady etiquette courses, and the nation has opened its arms to an influx of refugees. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tin's national animal is the Elephant, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Tin is ranked 225,757^th in the world and 100^th in Japan for Fattest Citizens, with 8.52 Obesity Rate.