The Holy Empire of The Onigiri Enclave is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Lord Nanfoodle with a fair hand, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, rampant corporate plagiarism, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 17.726 billion Riceballs are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Wasabi Mysterium. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Onigiri economy, worth a remarkable 5,740 trillion Turds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 323,851 Turds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The restriction that you must be over 1.1 metres tall to ride a carnotaurus has recently been waived, giggling teens are asked to put their mouths on rubber dolls, The Onigiri Enclave's free colleges struggle to maintain standards in the face of overwhelming demand, and organ donation is compulsory. Crime is totally unknown. The Onigiri Enclave's national animal is the Fabulous Onigiri, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Order of the Onigiri.

The Onigiri Enclave is ranked 4,659^th in the world and 1^st in The Bunny Fire for Lowest Crime Rates, with 118.38 law-abiding acts per hour.