The Republic of Somethings Wrong is a mammoth, safe nation, remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate population of 6.896 billion Somethings Wrongians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 39.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Somethings Wrongian economy, worth 442 trillion guilders a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Tourism, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 64,177 guilders, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Search and rescue forces now accept cheques and all major credit cards, military parades quietly tiptoe their way through the streets, acute politicians deride opposition members for being obtuse, and pallbearers at military funerals dive for cover when they hear the three-volley salute. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Somethings Wrong's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Somethings Wrong is ranked 261,353^rd in the world and 13,742^nd in Balder for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 27.02 on the Bus Surprisal Index.