The Existential Quandry of Weller Centennial is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The Philosopher In Chief with a fair hand, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 39.11 billion Weller Centenarians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, liberal individuals juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cork. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Weller Centennialian economy, worth an astonishing 13,758 trillion Doughnuts a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is an amazing 351,782 Doughnuts, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Constituents prefer a carrot and boomstick approach to dealing with politicians, sushi just hasn't been the same since salmon went extinct overnight, the nation is known abroad mostly for its Parliamentary antics, and being sent to collections is more dangerous than ever. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Weller Centennial's national animal is the Giant Sloth, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Weller Centennial is ranked 291,462^nd in the world and 5^th in Galts Gulch for Safest, scoring 1.91 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.