The Paradise Is A Mirage of Eventyde is a mammoth, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, daily referendums, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-working, cynical, devout population of 5.009 billion Eventyders 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 large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 78.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Eventydean economy, worth 618 trillion Coronas a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 123,510 Coronas, with the richest citizens earning 9.0 times as much as the poorest.

Snowball fights inaugurate summer breaks, exiles see that the line where the sky meets the sea is just clouds and rain, the request to "give us our daily bread" can only be fulfilled six days out of seven, and Eventyders are shown the peaceful ways of free trade by force. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Eventyde's national animal is the Wolf, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Eventyde is ranked 32,883^rd in the world and 14^th in After the Fall for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 26,422.39 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.