The State of Tout Kris is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by the Governor with an iron fist, and remarkable for its frequent executions, state-planned economy, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 34.601 billion Tout Krisians 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 enormous, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Westminster. The average income tax rate is 80.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Tout Krisian economy, worth 631 trillion betales a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 18,257 betales, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The wearing and manufacture of fur apparel is banned, school uniforms are compulsory, Tout Kris has designated Westminster as its capital city, and The Governor has just been declared ruler of Tout Kris in an international press conference. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tout Kris's national animal is the monster reindeer, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Tout Kris is ranked 318,154^th in the world and 1^st in Sasca for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring zero on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.