The Holy Empire of The Final Judgment is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its fear of technology, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.239 billion Slaves 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, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Spirituality, and Administration also on the agenda. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.4%.

The sizeable but inefficient Final Judgmentian economy, worth 68.3 trillion Prophets Coins a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Pizza Delivery, and Tourism. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 55,096 Prophets Coins, with the richest citizens earning 7.2 times as much as the poorest.

The government seizes all major gold finds, cleaners are very careful not to bump into the big red button on Leader's desk, radio stations are forbidden to play anything with too much drum or bass, and diplomatic cables about Leader have suddenly been very flattering. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Final Judgment's national animal is the Raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

The Final Judgment is ranked 12,612^th in the world and 3^rd in Imperatus for Nudest, with 684 cheeks per square mile.