The Socialist Republic of Cuillin is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Madame Self with an iron fist, and renowned for its keen interest in outer space, sprawling nuclear power plants, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical, cheerful population of 28.848 billion Cuillinish are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Red Clydeside. The average income tax rate is 95.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Cuillinish economy, worth a remarkable 5,258 trillion work credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Retail. Average income is an impressive 182,298 work credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.6 times as much as the poorest.

Motorcycle riders are required to wear so much gear they've been nicknamed "Stay Pufts", the nation's apology for those it has executed in the last year has come a little late for some, movies depict muscle-bound women kicking down a titanium door to carry hysterical men to safety, and would-be emigrants are told "abandon all hope all ye who would exit here". Crime is totally unknown. Cuillin's national animal is the Giant Panda, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Marxism.

Cuillin is ranked 14,729^th in the world and 64^th in Forest for Highest Average Incomes, with 182,298.25 Standard Monetary Units.