The Grand Duchy of Norfshire is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Grand Duke Jammycount Shortfeld with an iron fist, and renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, national health service, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful, devout population of 10.115 billion Norfshiremen 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 large government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shakey-Wakeyfield. The average income tax rate is 71.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Norfern' economy, worth 959 trillion Sceats a year, is highly specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 94,858 Sceats, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation grinds to a halt for afternoon tea, the 'sing-a-long with Grand Duke Jammycount Shortfeld' album is a popular souvenir, white privilege is a real thing, and even snitches get stitches. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Norfshire's national animal is the Hog, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Norfodoxy.

Norfshire is ranked 2,630^th in the world and 4^th in Union of Christian Nations for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 67.15 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.