The End of Plexaris is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by The Herald of Paradise with an even hand, and notable for its smutty television, complete lack of prisons, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, devout population of 4.843 billion Plexarisians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Buropëde. The average income tax rate is 75.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Plexarisian economy, worth 979 trillion Shards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 202,216 Shards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

The police use sound cannons and mortars to deal with loud parties, teens graduate from front of house retail to the frontlines of war, coffee cups have grown in size to accommodate the huge ingredients list, and the government subsidizes those who produce the worst results. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Plexaris's national animal is the Red-Lipped Batfish, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Faith of the Eternal Everything.

Plexaris is ranked 16,398^th in the world and 625^th in The North Pacific for Nicest Citizens, with 24.52 average smiles per day.