The Poll-land of Pollmaster is a mammoth, safe nation, ruled by The Pollmaster with a fair hand, and notable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, devotion to social welfare, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic population of 6.448 billion respondents are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Polling Place. The average income tax rate is 74.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong poll-ish economy, worth 461 trillion votes 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, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Basket Weaving. 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 71,553 votes, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Builders across Pollmaster are blocked up with orders for new public loos, escalators are avoided at all costs, nobody is allowed to stop the local daycare from reading Nietzsche to pre-schoolers, and it is technically inaccurate to call the dead 'worm food'. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pollmaster's national animal is the polltergeist, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Pollmaster is ranked 7,472^nd in the world and 1^st in World of Polls for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring 11 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.