The Crimson Red Riding Hood of Docile is a titanic, orderly nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, anti-smoking policies, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 11.9 billion Docileans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government prioritizes Administration, with Law & Order, Industry, and Education also on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 61.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Docilean economy, worth a remarkable 2,354 trillion guilders a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Information Technology, Uranium Mining, Retail, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 197,850 guilders, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.4 times as much as the poorest.

Pinkie promises are a matter of life and death, the government is flooded with compensation requests, political clichés like "band-aid solutions" and "adrenaline shots to the economy" are headed for the dumpster, and only fully-fledged members of MENSA are allowed to vote. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Docile's national animal is the eagle, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Docile is ranked 37,882^nd in the world and 1^st in The End for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 24,473.01 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.