The Nomadic Peoples of Bothell Island is a mammoth, orderly nation, notable for its museums and concert halls, smutty television, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 9.322 billion Bothell Islandians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Education. The average income tax rate is 77.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Bothell Islandian economy, worth a remarkable 1,392 trillion baseballs 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, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Trout Farming, and Uranium Mining. 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 149,328 baseballs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Boys are forced to pair off for the school disco slow dance as the girls are all staying at home, music teachers are commonly seen busking in order to fund their music programs, parking's carefree without parking car fees, and the nation is noticeably more cheerful on Tuesdays. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Bothell Island's national animal is the Rabbit, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Bothell Island is ranked 26,853^rd in the world and 12^th in The Bar on the corner of every region for Most Developed, scoring 84.2 on the Human Development Index.