The Empire of No one will live is a huge, orderly nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, digital currency, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 679 million corpses 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 50.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient a corpse economy, worth 31.6 trillion scraps a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 46,591 scraps, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Cheering flag-waving citizens don't like to think too hard about politics, hazmat suits are a common a corpse garb, straitjackets are a common religious garb, and politicians preface their speeches with a declaration that any resemblance to speeches given by individuals living or dead is purely coincidental. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. No one will live's national animal is the mantis, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

No one will live is ranked 102,875^th in the world and 120^th in Kantrias for Safest, scoring 80.89 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.