The Seaside Kingdom of Murias is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Bruno Tripodi with an iron fist, and remarkable for its enslaved workforce, rampant corporate plagiarism, and parental licensing program. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 2.549 billion Murians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, with Education and Law & Order not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mongiana. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Murian economy, worth 467 trillion Peices a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is an impressive 183,217 Peices, with the richest citizens earning 7.6 times as much as the poorest.

The nation's "surprisingly chill" military is renowned for its horrendous war crimes, theoretical science is only theoretical, military equipment stores have a tendency to go up in flames, and education for the poor is learning to ask "do you want fries with that?". Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Murias's national animal is the whale, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways, and its national religion is The Cult of Saint Florus and Laurus.

Murias is ranked 272,278^th in the world and 6,034^th in The North Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 37.41 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.