The Republic of You 331 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its public floggings, absence of drug laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The cynical, devout population of 8.241 billion You 331ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Spirituality. The average income tax rate is 42.1%.

The You 331ian economy, worth 497 trillion francs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Basket Weaving, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 60,345 francs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Leader's peyote-induced "let's all just be friends" speech is trending world-wide, hundreds of subterranean tunnels are being built as part of "Project Morlock", drunk drivers are sent to rehabilitation paid for by the government, and farmers sing lullabies to soothe their livestock to sleep. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. You 331's national animal is the parrot, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

You 331 is ranked 159,455^th in the world and 401^st in Dead Sea for Highest Food Quality, scoring 14.77 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.