The Torched Savannah of Ugg Lands is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by that guy hiding under the cupcake-table with an even hand, and renowned for its sprawling nuclear power plants, compulsory military service, and hatred of cheese. The quiet, industrious population of 47.346 billion Uggies 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 large government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Healthcare, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tiny Village. The average income tax rate is 75.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Ugg Landsian economy, worth a remarkable 3,038 trillion Uggs a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 64,169 Uggs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A National Academy regulates grammar and usage, voters must frequently select what they view as the lesser of two evils on the ballot, heavy industry must go to expensive lengths to dispose of waste, and the government has legalised small-scale capitalism. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ugg Lands's national animal is the Great Crested Ugg, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is has been hijacked by dancing ewoks.

Ugg Lands is ranked 65,772^nd in the world and 2^nd in Grand Central for Most Developed, scoring 72.21 on the Human Development Index.