The Fededal Kingdom of Ennomeria is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by the King with an iron fist, and notable for its keen interest in outer space, parental licensing program, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 6.202 billion Ennomerians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Grasmerie. The average income tax rate is 80.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Ennomerian economy, worth 936 trillion Ennomerian Lances a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 150,919 Ennomerian Lances, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Fur coats have become the latest fashion trend, endangered bison are herded across the border to prevent them from trampling on native prairie grass, demand for night vision goggles and boat engine mufflers has spiked, and hospitals in Ennomeria are too busy serving the needs of The North Pacific to see Ennomerians. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ennomeria's national animal is the Bear, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Ursanism.

Ennomeria is ranked 38,919^th in the world and 1,289^th in The North Pacific for Nicest Citizens, with 17.69 average smiles per day.