The Republic of Nettletwig is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, state-planned economy, and irreverence towards religion. The cynical population of 9.952 billion Nettletwigians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 45.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Nettletwigian economy, worth 165 trillion dollars 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 a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Uranium Mining, Retail, and Woodchip Exports. 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 16,616 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Travelers often bring empty plastic bottles on Air Nettletwig flights to avoid the pay lavatories, commuters are denied boarding for attempting to bring packed lunches onto trains, clergy who start talking about politics are forced to take a holy vow of silence, and political visitors are forced to stop ten paces from Leader's throne. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Nettletwig's national animal is the porpoise, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Nettletwig is ranked 163,098^th in the world and 2,479^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Patriotic, with 11.83 flags saluted per person per day.