The Eldritch Horror of Lemonadians is a massive, safe nation, ruled by The Eldritch Horror with an iron fist, and notable for its frequent executions, pith helmet sales, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.564 billion Lemonadians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Lemon Town. The average income tax rate is 60.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving lemonadian economy, worth 140 trillion Lemons a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 89,855 Lemons, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The Eldritch Horror will only ring up foreign leaders if they agree to reverse the charges, rugby players that knock each other over always stop to make sure the other fellow is okay, the military refers to helpless combatants offering surrender as "sitting ducks", and the examiners who examine examiners are being examined by examiners. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Lemonadians's national animal is the Lemon-man, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Church of the Holy Lemon.

Lemonadians is ranked 292,169^th in the world and 5,246^th in The North Pacific for Most Pacifist, with 7.77 cheeks turned per day.