The Commonwealth of Kronmark is a small, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 23 million Kronmarkians 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 75.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The fragile Kronmarkian economy, worth 597 billion Marks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Cheese Exports, Arms Manufacturing, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is 25,977 Marks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Adverts proclaim it has to be healthy if the Mornay uses hand-grated Gallopavian Gruyère, party-lovers often change religions just for the weekend, there are increasing complaints that male AI assistants have aggressive voices, and the Ministry of Health has reported a sharp increase in the incidence of delayed menopause. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Kronmark's national animal is the Wolf, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Kronmark is ranked 266,178^th in the world and 224^th in Squeaky Squeakers for Nicest Citizens, with 7.52 average smiles per day.