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The Holy Empire of The Triffid is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its absence of drug laws. Its hard-nosed, cynical population of 321 million are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Defence, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 54%, and even higher for the wealthy. Private enterprise is illegal, but for those in the know there is a slick and highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing.

Heavy industry must go to expensive lengths to dispose of waste, poets and writers are regularly rounded up and shot for entertainment, main battle tanks stalk the woods of The Triffid in search of Penis Fly Traps, and all citizens are solely referenced by their allocated identity number. Crime is moderate. The Triffid's national animal is the Penis Fly Trap, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the Seed.

The Triffid is ranked 1813th in the region and 41,895th in the world for Lowest Crime Rates.