The Kingdom of Seralo is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by John Robbins with a fair hand, and remarkable for its sprawling nuclear power plants, daily referendums, and absence of drug laws. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 4.672 billion Seraloans 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Swanbore. The average income tax rate is 66.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Seraloan economy, worth 651 trillion Marks a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 139,360 Marks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Even the nation's brussel sprouts are delicious and nutritious, the military's newest anti-tank strategy is throwing a landmine like a frisbee, almost all products in Seralo are hand-crafted due to strict employment laws, and genetic research is facing major headwinds. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Seralo's national animal is the Swan, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Swanism.

Seralo is ranked 7,727^th in the world and 5^th in Dystopian Utopia for Most Cultured, scoring 128 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.