The Democratic Republic of Baxingtull is a huge, orderly nation, notable for its infamous sell-swords, flagrant waste-dumping, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 725 million Baxingtullians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 61.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Baxingtullian economy, worth 107 trillion Eggs a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, Information Technology, and Retail. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 148,465 Eggs, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 553,846 per year while the poor average 27,903, a ratio of 19.8 to 1.

Leader's reputation is hard as nails, it's often raining men (hallelujah) in Baxingtull City, the Motherland's muscle-bound athletes won 786 medals at the last United The South Pacific Games, and goldfish bowls are three metres in diameter. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Baxingtull's national animal is the Porpoise Chicken Dinosaur Creature, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Baxingtull is ranked 84,398^th in the world and 1,869^th in the South Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 68.03 law-abiding acts per hour.