The Holy Empire of Royaleman is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Royaleman with an iron fist, and notable for its ban on automobiles, ritual sacrifices, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 24.811 billion Royalemanians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Spirituality, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roulette. The average income tax rate is 28.6%.

The thriving Royalemanian economy, worth a remarkable 2,984 trillion roys 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, highly specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 an impressive 120,277 roys, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.9 times as much as the poorest.

Satellite images show safe electoral constituencies in complete darkness, apples shaped like baguettes have become a strange new food fad, Royaleman's campaign events reach their climax when the celebrity endorsers reveal themselves, and exterminators swarm Royalemanian homes. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Royaleman's national animal is the rouletti, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Royalion.

Royaleman is ranked 329,729^th in the world and 22^nd in Seven To Many for Nicest Citizens, with 0.15 average smiles per day.