The Free Land of Petalwyn is a massive, safe nation, ruled by The Giver with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, national health service, and complete lack of prisons. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful, devout population of 1.069 billion Petalwynians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Administration, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Utopia. The average income tax rate is 95.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Petalwynian economy, worth 95.5 trillion hugs a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Book Publishing industry. Average income is 89,330 hugs, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Political speeches always take place at sunset to a background of patriotic power ballads, a state-funded project is investigating whether the moon is made of cheese, the government frequently panders to parents with boutique tax credits, and shoppers have literally had their hands full since plastic bags were banned. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Petalwyn's national animal is the unicorn, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Hope.

Petalwyn is ranked 328,975^th in the world and 4,914^th in eta for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring zero on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.