The Republic of Whateverania is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its otherworldly petting zoo, free-roaming dinosaurs, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, democratic population of 3.71 billion Whateveranians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, liberal government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 79.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Whateveranian economy, worth 368 trillion whateveronoes a year, is dominated by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 99,377 whateveronoes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

On graduation day the hats thrown in the air fly high enough to stun passing pigeons, rich people sell their mansions to pay for endless rows of mobile homes, Whateverania's children are widely acknowledged as the most foul-mouthed in the region, and graverobbers claim they're acting within the interest of 'scientific preservation'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Whateverania's national animal is the hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Whateverania is ranked 254,162^nd in the world and 3,573^rd in the Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -165.8 on the Scary Big Number Scale.