The Republic of Pichvalicious is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 3.223 billion Pichvians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Base 064-EUR. The average income tax rate is 32.3%.

The Pichvaliciousian economy, worth 123 trillion olers a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Door-to-door Insurance Sales industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Gambling, and Pizza Delivery. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 38,428 olers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Base 064-EUR's main city thoroughfare has been blocked by a row of leyland cypresses that mysteriously appeared overnight, a suspicious number of male students have joined the Ladies' Wrestling League, the government baselessly accuses foreign dignitaries of being assassins, and nobody knows why the caged fat cow sings. Crime is relatively low, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pichvalicious's national animal is the fat cow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Pichvalicious is ranked 261,698^th in the world and 934^th in Europeia for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 26,015.82 Standard Monetary Units.