The Republic of The Papironsulfion is a gargantuan, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and public floggings. The hard-working, cynical, devout population of 11.554 billion Papironsulfionians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 34.6%.

The Papironsulfionian economy, worth 384 trillion deniers a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 33,274 deniers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

The nation has welcomed its expats back with open arms, corporate lawyers are switching careers to the more lucrative field of green politics, rural citizens live in terror of their local village constable, and mantis shrimp studies is academia's fastest-growing field. Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Papironsulfion's national animal is the beaver, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

The Papironsulfion is ranked 159,028^th in the world and 1^st in Especia and Meridon for Nudest, with 123.75 cheeks per square mile.