The Republic-Empire of Viscland is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by Prime Minister Bay with an even hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, keen interest in outer space, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 6.011 billion Visclanders enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of New Boxcester. The average income tax rate is 61.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Visclandian economy, worth 902 trillion Viscland Dollars a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 150,154 Viscland Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Octogenarian swimsuit models insist that they've still got it, money that should have gone to charities is instead spent on monitoring them, fifteen-year-olds cannot walk younger siblings to school without a professional Childcare and Education Certificate, and children spend all morning taking out a comma and all afternoon putting it back in again. Crime is totally unknown. Viscland's national animal is the European Lynx, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Viscland is ranked 67,983^rd in the world and 636^th in Europe for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 50.99 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.