The Cyan-Depleted Cartridges of Printer33 is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its closed borders, public floggings, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.641 billion Printer33ians 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 Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 81.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Printer33ian economy, worth 694 trillion cards a year, is quite specialized and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 123,144 cards, with the richest citizens earning 6.0 times as much as the poorest.

The steaks are too high for ambassadors to butcher foreign relationships, tuxedo rental companies are inexplicably going out of business, private pharmacies close down as medicinal drugs are given away freely by the government, and wilderness-dwelling hermits are surprised to find railway stations on their front doorsteps. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Printer33's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Printer33 is ranked 275,849^th in the world and 1,631^st in Two for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 34.19 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.