The Kingdom of Pestillance is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Diablo Durrante with an even hand, and renowned for its keen interest in outer space, pith helmet sales, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, humorless population of 16.751 billion Pestillanceans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Illuminati. The average income tax rate is 98.1%.

The all-consuming Pestillancean economy, worth a remarkable 2,948 trillion Loore's a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 176,038 Loore's, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

The government is washing its hands of alleged corruption, high-tech infantry rifles automatically reload when the soldier shoots outside the screen of their helmet HUD, P-SPAN viewership drops as MPs act their age, and many friends and relatives of Diablo Durrante have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pestillance's national animal is the White Tiger, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Pestillance is ranked 2,298^th in the world and 95^th in Balder for Lowest Crime Rates, with 139.73 law-abiding acts per hour.