The Republic of SmallBoy37 is a colossal, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, hard-working population of 4.075 billion SmallBoy37ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 35.0%.

The strong SmallBoy37ian economy, worth 235 trillion Cards a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Furniture Restoration, Uranium Mining, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is 57,718 Cards, with the richest citizens earning 5.7 times as much as the poorest.

Artists regularly face criminal charges and art-burning parties are common, sleep-deprived officials are known to collapse after late night revision for their examinations, the internet has been placed under government control, and wigged-out hunters report playing croquet with the Queen of Hearts. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. SmallBoy37's national animal is the Tuchoim, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

SmallBoy37 is ranked 178,098^th in the world and 132^nd in Small Boy Brigade for Highest Poor Incomes, with 22,541.85 Standard Monetary Units.