The Empire of NickkerLand is a huge, safe nation, remarkable for its public floggings, state-planned economy, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 291 million NickkerLandians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 55.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse NickkerLandian economy, worth 26.5 trillion Nuckers 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 slick, highly efficient black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 91,076 Nuckers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Rural NickkerLandians stare in awe at the bright lights of the big cities, recent events have left citizens both shaken and stirred, teams of painters are converting road signs from horse lengths to kilometers, and the "swords to plowshares" policy has created a generation of farmers that can kill a yak from 200 yards away. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. NickkerLand's national animal is the Nicker, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

NickkerLand is ranked 240,534^th in the world and 588^th in Europeia for Largest Populations, with 291 million capita.