The Republic of Dimictic is a colossal, pleasant nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape and suspicion of poets. The quiet, industrious population of 3.1 billion Dimicticians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 10.7%.

The Dimictician economy, worth 141 trillion dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 45,507 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.7 times as much as the poorest.

The latest guided missile cruiser "Ship-1642" has received precisely zero column inches in the press, overly distant dads are conscripted into national nappy service, thousands of children die every day from easily curable illnesses, and a video of Leader wearing shock-blue face paint and smashing an electric guitar in front of a frenzied crowd is on endless repeat on the nightly news. Crime is relatively low. Dimictic's national animal is the shoop, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Dimictic is ranked 108,029^th in the world and 1^st in Kyanite for Nicest Citizens, with 14.16 average smiles per day.