The Cyan-Depleted Cartridges of Printer12 is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, strictly enforced bedtime, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 5.693 billion Printer12ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 90.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Printer12ian economy, worth 750 trillion cards a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 131,880 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

The government subsidises medicines of mass destruction, Leader can be seen doing doughnuts in a new Rambogini, electricians spend more time in school than doctors, and government ministers are regularly seen in the streets confessing their sins and hammering missiles into plow-shares. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer12's national animal is the legendary, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Printer12 is ranked 210,347^th in the world and 1,288^th in Two for Safest, scoring 33.63 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.