The Republic of Dixfeild is a tiny, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 9 million Dixfeildians 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 relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 17.6%.

The Dixfeildian economy, worth 443 billion Copper Coins a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Cheese Exports, and Information Technology. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 49,327 Copper Coins, with the richest citizens earning 5.4 times as much as the poorest.

Fancy dress parties are raided by military police for new recruits, the government awards prizes to television shows featuring stereotype-breaking minority roles, if a tree falls in the forest Leader is personally notified, and charity no longer begins at home. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dixfeild's national animal is the Moose, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Dixfeild is ranked 277,081^st in the world and 3,944^th in the South Pacific for Most Cultured, scoring 58 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.