The Wildfire Wielding Pyromancer of Pyrofeliac is a gargantuan, safe nation, remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, infamous sell-swords, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 18.518 billion Pyrofeliacians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 27.0%.

The all-consuming Pyrofeliacian economy, worth a remarkable 1,371 trillion $$s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Automobile Manufacturing, Furniture Restoration, and Information Technology. Average income is 74,075 $$s, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 264,067 per year while the poor average 14,946, a ratio of 17.7 to 1.

Delivery truck companies use hospital parking lots to store 16-wheelers, public footpaths are being slowly eroded by the burgeoning number of ramblers, there is a growing belief that consciousness is a simulated illusion within a computer-generated reality, and politicians are forced to wear portable lie detectors at all times. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pyrofeliac's national animal is the Death's-head Hawkmoth, which can occasionally be seen dodging aircraft in the nation's cities.

Pyrofeliac is ranked 126,924^th in the world and 1^st in Kings Landing for Lowest Crime Rates, with 63.02 law-abiding acts per hour.