The Royal County of Three Creeks is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Count Paul with an iron fist, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, lack of airports, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, cynical population of 2.966 billion Creekish are ruled with an iron fist by the socialist government, which grants its people the freedom to do whatever they like so long as it doesn't involve getting richer than anybody else or challenging the government.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, liberal, socially-minded morass — juggles the competing demands of Environment, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fort Cedar. The average income tax rate is 91.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Creekish economy, worth 192 trillion acorns a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing. Average income is 65,001 acorns, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Fort Cedar has become the number one destination for urban exploration in Forest, a newly discovered small mammal's name translates into Creekish as 'your finger, you fool', mountain rescue missions can end with more people lost than found, and major cities shut down as their local sports team takes to the field every day. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Three Creeks's national animal is the stag, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Three Creeks is ranked 24,898^th in the world and 130^th in Forest for Safest, scoring 111.58 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.