The Republic of Divinitys Caress is a massive, pleasant nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, ritual sacrifices, and fear of technology. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 2.214 billion Divinitys Caressians enjoy frequent elections, which are uniformly corrupted by big-spending corporations buying politicians who best suit their interests.

The tiny, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Welfare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 7.6%.

The strong Divinitys Caressian economy, worth 93.8 trillion gold coins a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Cheese Exports, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is 42,352 gold coins, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 238,982 per year while the poor average 3,691, a ratio of 64.7 to 1.

People who get diabetes can sue donut manufacturers, pregnant hitchhikers with signs requesting rides to "competent care" are a common sight on Divinitys Caressian roads, every week is blindness awareness week, and the nation has welcomed its expats back with open arms. Crime is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Divinitys Caress's national animal is the black cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Divinitys Caress is ranked 9,432^nd in the world and 4^th in Prison for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 116.07 on the Bus Surprisal Index.