The Coastal Town of Moss Beach is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Jerry Hill with an even hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, public floggings, and ritual sacrifices. The compassionate, cheerful population of 26.262 billion Moss Beachians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Fitzgerald Marine Reserve. The average income tax rate is 95.2%.

The very strong Moss Beachian economy, worth a remarkable 2,513 trillion dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism. Average income is 95,710 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The studies of art and philosophy are banned, the people consider response to rudeness to be an acceptable casus belli, everyone wants to be on the guest list for diplomatic parties, and droves of former desperados are applying to join the border police. Crime is totally unknown. Moss Beach's national animal is the seal, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Animism.

Moss Beach is ranked 5,629^th in the world and 1^st in Half Moon Bay for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 16,366.82 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.