The Rogue Nation of Womble is a colossal, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, hatred of cheese, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, cynical population of 7.191 billion Wombleans 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, moralistic, well-organized government prioritizes Law & Order, with Public Transport, Healthcare, and Education also on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 50.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but underdeveloped Womblean economy, worth 197 trillion regions a year, is quite specialized and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 27,506 regions, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The bonfire of the old paper records can be seen for miles around Womble City, the jackhammer is considered a tool of artistic criticism, Leader's relatives have been married into the royal families of foreign nations against their will, and in distant lands the nation is known as a lovely place that was even better in the good old days. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Womble's national animal is the black hawk, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Womble is ranked 262,487^th in the world and 7,389^th in Suspicious for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -7.3 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.