The Republic of Pokurol is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Our Founder with a fair hand, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, smutty television, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, democratic population of 2.32 billion Pokurolians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 81.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Pokurolian economy, worth 235 trillion Ferols a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is an impressive 101,693 Ferols, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

10-year-olds who struggle with integrating by parts are considered slow learners, groups of government workers are declared protected tribes if they venture too deep into the Capitol, small children are learning a lot of new words from a teacher with Tourette Syndrome, and more sidewalk is dedicated to animals than people. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pokurol's national animal is the Big-headed Owl, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Pokurol is ranked 14,273^rd in the world and 728^th in Balder for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 10,623.98 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.