The Protectorate of Flucasland is a mammoth, efficient nation, ruled by Flucas with an even hand, and remarkable for its enslaved workforce, frequent executions, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, democratic, humorless population of 6.328 billion Flucaslandians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The enormous, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nonexistent. The average income tax rate is 79.3%.

The very strong Flucaslandian economy, worth 542 trillion Flukes 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, and Tourism. 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 85,776 Flukes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.5 times as much as the poorest.

Tree farms across the nation are overrun by clipboard-wielding biologists, schoolchildren must pass a six-month Ethics and Safety Committee Assessment before they are allowed to mix baking soda and vinegar, jaywalking is punishable by public flogging, and people who eat pizza with lactase supplements are arrested by the flavour police. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Flucasland's national animal is the Rat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Gotemism.

Flucasland is ranked 316,565^th in the world and 17,332^nd in Balder for Most Compassionate Citizens, scoring 14.47 on the Kitten Softness Rating.