The Insular Area of Builders Beach is a massive, safe nation, notable for its lack of airports, ubiquitous missile silos, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.639 billion Builders Beachians 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, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 47.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Builders Beachian economy, worth 61.1 trillion Imperial Dollars 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 a slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Basket Weaving. 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 37,278 Imperial Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

It is mandatory to learn evolution in schools, an aboriginal talking stick is used for leaders' debates at election time, boats straying just metres away from the shore will raise the ire of the Coast Guard, and the sick and dying are locked in their homes with a red "X" painted on the front door. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Builders Beach's national animal is the Island Doggo, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Builders Beach is ranked 294,885^th in the world and 7^th in Seaplane Base for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 1.17 Rich To Poor Income Ratio.