The Kingdom of Peluble is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its rum-swilling pirates, daily referendums, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, cynical population of 3.957 billion Pelubleans 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 large, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 70.7%.

The all-consuming Pelublean economy, worth 377 trillion kronor 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, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, Trout Farming, and Woodchip Exports. 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 95,466 kronor, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Escaped birthday balloons are torpedoed out of the sky, the government is paving paradises to put up parking lots, an extra hand on the leg will give a horse-and-a-half of lead in a hundred jiffies on seven furlongs, and the breathalyser pledge is a traditional part of marriages in Peluble. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Peluble's national animal is the elephant, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Peluble is ranked 23,766^th in the world and 30^th in Cainitium for Most Beautiful Environments, with 932.56 pounds of wildlife per square mile.