The Colony of Deflation 110 is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its lack of airports, state-planned economy, and aversion to nipples. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.709 billion Deflation 110ians 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 Industry, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 42.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Deflation 110ian economy, worth 242 trillion banks 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 large, well-organized black market in Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Soda Sales, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. 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 89,559 banks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Hit and run driving is no longer a crime - it's the national sport, joggers are often arrested for breathing too heavily, cars are banned, and the mummified remains of former kings are apparently discovered every time a tourist loses their wallet. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Deflation 110's national animal is the card, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Deflation 110 is ranked 32,785^th in the world and 235^th in Willow Farm for Highest Poor Incomes, with 57,428.95 Standard Monetary Units.