The Kingdom of Yrtle is a huge, safe nation, notable for its frequent executions, public floggings, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 279 million Yrtleans 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 68.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Yrtlean economy, worth 18.7 trillion Sunbows a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Trout Farming, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 67,169 Sunbows, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The police think a properly conducted criminal investigation is a real pain, Brancaland has gifted over nine thousand putrid moose carcasses to Yrtle as a reminder of their "special relationship", international trade can be a pain to deal with, and bleach is the nation's most common pesticide. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Yrtle's national animal is the Turtle, which can occasionally be seen avoiding garbage in the nation's murky oceans.

Yrtle is ranked 35,070^th in the world and 26^th in New World Union for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 1,590.86 on the Societal Mobility Rating.