The Poetic Justice of Croblade is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by President Evangeline Martin with an even hand, and renowned for its otherworldly petting zoo, state-planned economy, and absence of drug laws. The compassionate population of 6.367 billion Crobladians enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Greenridge. The average income tax rate is 71.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Crobladian economy, worth a remarkable 1,005 trillion Crobladian Sorloes 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, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. 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 157,902 Crobladian Sorloes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

The state pays for care of easily preventable illnesses, diaper-wrapped shawarma is a fan-favorite, petting zoos have loose fingers strewn about, and movies depict muscle-bound women kicking down a titanium door to carry hysterical men to safety. Crime is totally unknown. Croblade's national animal is the Panther, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Nawhian Artorianity.

Croblade is ranked 12,830^th in the world and 56^th in the Plains of Perdition for Smartest Citizens, with 85.12 quips per hour.