The Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz of Insomniac Roavin is a gargantuan, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape and irreverence towards religion. The cynical population of 14.601 billion Insomniac Roavinians 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 relatively small, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 20.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Insomniac Roavinian economy, worth 646 trillion pillows a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Cheese Exports, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 44,293 pillows, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

People applying for famine relief must prove their gastrointestinal tracts are empty, biotech companies are fined if their jumbled genetic sequences look too familiar, life expectancies inside correctional facilities vastly exceed the national average, and planespotters are emigrating in droves. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Insomniac Roavin's national animal is the infant, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Insomniac Roavin is ranked 121,599^th in the world and 3^rd in The Cuckoos Egg for Safest, scoring 73.51 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.