The Republic of Wymondham7 is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its otherworldly petting zoo, parental licensing program, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate population of 2.782 billion Wymondham7ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 26.4%.

The powerhouse Wymondham7ian economy, worth 268 trillion Par Coins 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, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 96,431 Par Coins, with the richest citizens earning 5.4 times as much as the poorest.

Polygraphs are relegated to the dungeon exhibit in castle museums, roosters that herald the rising sun are immediately sent to the slaughterhouse, acrimonious legal battles result during divorce proceedings, and society and government have been organized according to a feudal hierarchy. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wymondham7's national animal is the Werepig, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Wymondham7 is ranked 43,739^th in the world and 3^rd in Kaer Solas for Largest Black Market, with 3.48 trillion Standard Monetary Units.