The Theocracy of Quistonix is a huge, orderly nation, notable for its triple-decker prams, compulsory military service, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 563 million Quistonixians 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 Spirituality, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 88.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Quistonixian economy, worth 27.7 trillion alms a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, extremely specialized black market in Uranium Mining and Gambling. 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 49,168 alms, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Aggravated apostrophe abusers are admonished and assaulted, quiet professionalism has returned to the nation's armed forces, military instructors tire of being asked for another bedtime story by seven-year-old conscripts, and the nation is under martial law. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Quistonix's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Quistonix is ranked 38,160^th in the world and 216^th in eta for Lowest Crime Rates, with 83.37 law-abiding acts per hour.