The End of Plexaris is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by The Herald of Paradise with an even hand, and renowned for its lack of airports, complete lack of prisons, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, devout population of 4.715 billion Plexarisians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Buropëde. The average income tax rate is 74.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Plexarisian economy, worth 953 trillion Shards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 202,246 Shards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Government adverts say that twelve lashes a day keeps divine wrath at bay, the bonfire of the old paper records can be seen for miles around Buropëde, the army's use of chemical weapons leaves a bad taste in the mouth, and manufacturers of biodegradable plastics have to wait for months to show evidence of organic decomposition. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Plexaris's national animal is the Red-Lipped Batfish, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Faith of the Eternal Everything.

Plexaris is ranked 108,557^th in the world and 1,721^st in The North Pacific for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring 1,774.25 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.