The Ceremonial Monarchy of Airannia is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, state-planned economy, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.605 billion Airannians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Spirituality, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vorácy and Rougain Trovote. The average income tax rate is 48.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Airannian economy, worth 83.6 trillion Tares a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Uranium Mining, Cheese Exports, Retail, and Arms Manufacturing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 32,088 Tares, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Defense lawyers often argue there's no proof murder victims weren't vampires, the swagger of covering up is unparalleled, neighboring nations are tired of Airannia's big fish stories, and Air Airannia tickets have reached sky-high prices due to a complete monopoly on air travel. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Airannia's national animal is the no national animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Airannia is ranked 293,221^st in the world and 46^th in Rushmore for Most Developed, scoring 46.83 on the Human Development Index.