The Empire of Corporate Lands is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 823 million Corporate Landsians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 7.6%.

The powerhouse Corporate Landsian economy, worth 66.1 trillion Oils a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is 80,285 Oils, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 307,359 per year while the poor average 14,479, a ratio of 21.2 to 1.

The banhammer is a standard police sidearm, a soldier's body is a temple, adverts proclaim it has to be healthy if the Mornay uses hand-grated Gallopavian Gruyère, and nocturnal light pollution is mostly blue. Crime is a problem. Corporate Lands's national animal is the Corporation, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Corporate Lands is ranked 220,052^nd in the world and 1^st in BBC for Safest, scoring 29.78 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.