The Empire of Fuseikoku is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its museums and concert halls, state-planned economy, and labour-free parental leave. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.076 billion Fuseikokuans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The tiny, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Spirituality, and Environment. The average income tax rate is 20.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Fuseikokuan economy, worth a remarkable 1,872 trillion ounce of human bloods a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Pizza Delivery, Soda Sales, Basket Weaving, and Tourism. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 231,850 ounce of human bloods, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The police double as repo men, conductors wield diamond-encrusted batons to fit in with their freshly gilded surroundings, childhood friends of Leader are living it large abroad at the taxpayers' expense, and singing in public is only allowed if you are singing the praise of the Motherland. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Fuseikoku's national animal is the homo sapiens, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Fuseikoku is ranked 87,331^st in the world and 6^th in Fuseishuu for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 1,051.76 on the Societal Mobility Rating.