The Dictatorship of Myness is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by The Dominus with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, cynical population of 8.487 billion Mynessians are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mypolis. The average income tax rate is 93.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Mynessic economy, worth 796 trillion mynors a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism. Average income is 93,814 mynors, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Mynessians teach life's not worth a damn 'til you can shout out 'I am what I am', hell is not always other people, advertisers scramble to sponsor the broadcast of The Dominus's most personal functions, and aggravated apostrophe abusers are admonished and assaulted. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Myness's national animal is the calamander, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Myness is ranked 280,945^th in the world and 5,137^th in the South Pacific for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring -10.81 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.