The Graffitiers of Notphases is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by some totally lame guy with an iron fist, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, zero percent divorce rate, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 3.232 billion Notphasesians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of the Wall. The average income tax rate is 30.9%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Notphasesian economy, worth 296 trillion spraypaints a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 91,610 spraypaints, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government recently donated a surfboard to an impoverished family in a landlocked region, only the richest get to see out of their windows, pharmaceutical companies emphatically promise that "your pills are in the mail" rather than admit any supply shortfall, and road signs are getting harder to read under layers of knitted woolen cardigans. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive. Notphases's national animal is the trick, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Smoking.

Notphases is ranked 77,338^th in the world and 37^th in Panama Papers for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 3,841.62 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.