The Im Waiting for that Hammer of Petraev is a mammoth, cultured nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 9.493 billion Petraevans 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 relatively small, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Petravgrade. The average income tax rate is 22.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Petraevian economy, worth 731 trillion Wolfic Shervonets a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 77,098 Wolfic Shervonets, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

You're only as old as you feel, terrorist videos start by thanking their sponsors, hell hath no fury like an ocean scorned, and new safety regulations require all cars manufactured in Petraev to be bombproof. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Petraev's national animal is the Petraeven Hrvbsval, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Petraev is ranked 50,813^th in the world and 8^th in Stygian Abbey for Largest Black Market, with 15.5 trillion Standard Monetary Units.