The Grojgblognikov of Jerbalingok is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Jerbalingus Supremus with an iron fist, and remarkable for its enslaved workforce, keen interest in outer space, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 11.035 billion Jerbalingi are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Grokoloptropoli. The average income tax rate is 99.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Jerbst economy, worth a remarkable 5,691 trillion bitcorns 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, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Book Publishing. 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 a breathtaking 515,739 bitcorns, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

Handling people's data is proving an immersive experience, when it comes to real men it takes one to know one, scientists earn more grant money for reproducing old experiments than trying anything new, and slow dancing is made trickier when Auntie Edna insists on standing between the couple's arms. Crime is totally unknown. Jerbalingok's national animal is the jerbal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Jerbalingok is ranked 3,678^th in the world and 14^th in Chicken overlords for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 11,794.85 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.