The Holy Empire of Stankon is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Ca᷇ Ni᷄k̶t with an even hand, and renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, lack of airports, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 1.988 billion Stankonians 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 enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Po᷇k̶o᷄. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 84.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Stankonian economy, worth 291 trillion Stanmons a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 146,417 Stanmons, with the richest citizens earning 6.6 times as much as the poorest.

Heated town halls quickly descend into shootouts between politicians and their constituents, this year's televised Budget Forecast has been cancelled because there was already one last year, orphans would rather live their life of luxury than be adopted by prospective parents, and fidgety cubicle workers play with their balls. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Stankon's national animal is the Salmon, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Islam.

Stankon is ranked 11,593^rd in the world and 3^rd in Der Leibwache for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 6,444.68 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.