The Moss Troopers of Ianto is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Ianto with a fair hand, and remarkable for its absence of drug laws, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, democratic population of 8.894 billion Iantoans 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, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Public Transport. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bog City. The average income tax rate is 51.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but underdeveloped Iantoan economy, worth 322 trillion Pennies a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Tourism, Soda Sales, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 36,274 Pennies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The weather report is the prisoners' favourite programme, doctors prescribe medicines but they rarely dispense hope or compassion, EpiPen sales have skyrocketed, and it is a crime to operate a combine harvester while intoxicated. Crime is almost non-existent, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ianto's national animal is the Penguin, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Lichen.

Ianto is ranked 62,221^st in the world and 2^nd in Ukip for Safest, scoring 99.18 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.