The Republic of Dim Island is a mammoth, safe nation, notable for its compulsory military service, ubiquitous missile silos, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, cynical population of 6.735 billion Dim 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 enormous government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 71.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Dim Islandian economy, worth 407 trillion Golds a year, is quite specialized and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Basket Weaving. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 60,521 Golds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

National park visitors are reporting a rash of poison ivy sightings, beating enemies to death with a baseball bat is legal if done within nine innings, politicians have to be granted day-release from prison to speak on bills, and a PhD just ain't what it used to be. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dim Island's national animal is the Clam, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Dim Island is ranked 39,076^th in the world and 42^nd in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Safest, scoring 106.03 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.