The Holy Empire of Dunkelord is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its ban on automobiles, ubiquitous missile silos, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 435 million Dunkelordians 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 Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Okultia. The average income tax rate is 72.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Dunkelordian economy, worth 25.1 trillion Dunkelordian Fonces 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 black market in Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Information Technology. 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 57,596 Dunkelordian Fonces, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Earthquake sirens are a leading cause of hearing loss, politicians are often seen with soldiers pointing guns at their heads, nerdy teenagers have to prove that they're made of the same stuff as their grandparents, and officer recruitment and police brutality have reached an all-time high. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dunkelord's national animal is the Black Wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Dunkelord is ranked 252,913^th in the world and 9,541^st in Osiris for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 15,608.73 Standard Monetary Units.