The Holy Lucky Blue of Randomcountryland is a huge, socially progressive nation, ruled by A random A380 captain with a fair hand, and renowned for its aversion to nipples, otherworldly petting zoo, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-working, democratic population of 796 million Random people live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, liberal, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Aeronautica. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Randomcountrylandian economy, worth 112 trillion Gold Aviapounds a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 140,965 Gold Aviapounds, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 547,231 per year while the poor average 24,857, a ratio of 22.0 to 1.

The nation is renowned abroad for its love of blood and guts, a faint smell of body odour can be detected at several miles' distance from the National Science Park, the nation's first space rocket -- sponsored by Eckie-Ecola and shaped like an enormous soda bottle -- is being developed, and multiple births are a cause of celebration for tax collectors. Crime is almost non-existent. Randomcountryland's national animal is the Falcon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Randomcountryland is ranked 138,642^nd in the world and 6,249^th in The North Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 59.5 Law-abiding Acts Per Hour.