The Empire of Yngir is a gargantuan, orderly nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 12.972 billion Yngirians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The relatively small, corrupt, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Industry, and Education also on the agenda, while Welfare and Social Policy are ignored. The average income tax rate is 93.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Yngirian economy, worth a remarkable 7,873 trillion Pancreas a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Average income is a breathtaking 606,948 Pancreas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

Estate agents justify funky smells by revealing how often the previous owners showered, it is a common belief that a sport isn't sport if there are no decapitations, bowls of milk left on windowsills please fairies and passing cats alike, and garbage bags floating down the river are churned up by man-made rapids. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Yngir's national animal is the Wizard, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Yngir is ranked 665^th in the world and 20^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Mining Sector, scoring 33,118.71 on the Blue Sky Asbestos Index.