The Cyan-Depleted Cartridges of Printer291 is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its pith helmet sales, ritual sacrifices, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.614 billion Printer291ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 80.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Printer291ian economy, worth 905 trillion cards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 161,330 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

Radio shows frequently feature people denouncing religion, tuxedo rental companies are inexplicably going out of business, one can walk from one side of Printer291 City to the other without setting foot on Printer291ian soil, and possession of tomato seeds with intent to garden is a criminal offence. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer291's national animal is the legendary, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Printer291 is ranked 278,329^th in the world and 2,099^th in Two for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 32.2 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.