The Protectorate of Lyras is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Warmarshal Natasha Krell with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, avowedly heterosexual populace, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 41.339 billion Lyrans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Environment and Social Policy not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bredubar. The average income tax rate is 98.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Lyran economy, worth an astonishing 20,758 trillion Varessan crowns a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. Average income is a breathtaking 502,162 Varessan crowns, with the richest citizens earning 7.8 times as much as the poorest.

'To Regulate And Beyond' is the unofficial motto of the Lyran Space Agency, surgical tape has taken on a distinctly red color, a degree of self-hatred is vital for a future in politics, and children regularly take part in blood sports that result in extreme boo-boos. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Lyras's national animal is the Lyran Drop Bear, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Lyras is ranked 92,228^th in the world and 41^st in Greater Dienstad for Most Cultured, scoring 67 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.