The Dictatorship of Pyos Ter is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Boss dude with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, complete lack of prisons, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic population of 4.467 billion Pyos Terians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Steve City. The average income tax rate is 68.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Pyos Terian economy, worth 333 trillion Crunchy leaves a year, is quite specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 74,550 Crunchy leaves, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The cruise missile launchers on the field hospital roof are purely deterrent in purpose, healthcare workers are flummoxed over the spike in foreign tourists with sudden-onset heart disease, what goes down must come up, and teenagers often ask adults to buy them Maxtopian Grass from government-run recreational drug stores. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pyos Ter's national animal is the Alpaca, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Pyos Ter is ranked 130,961^st in the world and 2,441^st in The North Pacific for Largest Furniture Restoration Industry, scoring 2,231.94 on the Spitz-Pollish Productivity Index.