The Epic Land of Manhat is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Luna with an even hand, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, smutty television, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 28.184 billion Manhatians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of New Manhat. The average income tax rate is 42.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Manhatian economy, worth a remarkable 8,768 trillion credits a year, is quite specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 311,098 credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Psychiatrists that date patients are congratulated on their romantic conquests, the nation has welcomed its expats back with open arms, cheese has become the new icon of political dissent, and foreign leaders with unpaid parking tickets are often refused entry. Crime is totally unknown. Manhat's national animal is the manticore, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Lunaism.

Manhat is ranked 291,135^th in the world and 6,360^th in The North Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -782.54 on the Scary Big Number Scale.