The Resting Nation of The Southern Acre is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Abdel Cervantes with a fair hand, and renowned for its complete lack of prisons, daily referendums, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 29.339 billion Southern Acreans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Dennovar. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Southern Acrean economy, worth a remarkable 3,826 trillion free pounds a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Soda Sales. Average income is an impressive 130,410 free pounds, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 824,618 per year while the poor average 8,607, a ratio of 95.8 to 1.

People think garlic bread counts as one of their "five a day", third party candidates are now gaining some representation in Parliament, asking 'does my bum look big in this?' leads to 30 hours of self-esteem classes, and the family summer vacation has become a thing of the past following the introduction of the year-round school year. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Southern Acre's national animal is the gazelle, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Californication.

The Southern Acre is ranked 22,258^th in the world and 1^st in Snug Harbor for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 263.81 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.