The Existential Quandry of Weller Centennial is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by The Philosopher In Chief with a fair hand, and renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, smutty television, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 39.129 billion Weller Centenarians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, liberal individuals juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cork. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Weller Centennialian economy, worth an astonishing 13,784 trillion Doughnuts a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is an amazing 352,280 Doughnuts, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Sushi just hasn't been the same since salmon went extinct overnight, the nation is known abroad mostly for its Parliamentary antics, being sent to collections is more dangerous than ever, and residents of new housing subdivisions complain about the total absence of supermarkets and restaurants. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Weller Centennial's national animal is the Giant Sloth, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Weller Centennial is ranked 286,647^th in the world and 5^th in Galts Gulch for Most Subsidized Industry, scoring -41.59 on the Gilded Widget Scale.