The Cyan-Depleted Cartridges of Printer295 is a colossal, cultured nation, notable for its parental licensing program, infamous sell-swords, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.546 billion Printer295ians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 87.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Printer295ian economy, worth 764 trillion cards a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 137,789 cards, with the richest citizens earning 8.5 times as much as the poorest.

The government subsidises medicines of mass destruction, depression sinks in after each election when voters realize they are stuck with these people for years, promising seven years of bad luck leads to seven years of community service, and grim instructresses lead the unwillingly impregnated in chants of "it's all my fault" and "blessed be the fruit". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer295's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Printer295 is ranked 264,450^th in the world and 314^th in Two for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 40.94 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.