The Dominion of Prearion is a mammoth, safe nation, renowned for its pith helmet sales, public floggings, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 7.354 billion Prearionians 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 73.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Prearionian economy, worth 868 trillion dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 118,090 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Confused drunks wake up to irate drill sergeants whipping them into shape, Prearion is sometimes referred to as the global janitor, slow dancing is made trickier when Auntie Edna insists on standing between the couple's arms, and the big red machine has ground to a halt. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Prearion's national animal is the unicorn, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Prearion is ranked 89,879^th in the world and 422^nd in Suspicious for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 333.43 on the Clooney Contribution Index.