The Trans Sultanate of Big Boyz is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by Phoebe with an iron fist, and notable for its lack of airports, pith helmet sales, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 20.085 billion Big Boyzians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sad Grill. The average income tax rate is 98.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Big Boyzian economy, worth a remarkable 4,992 trillion organs a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, highly specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 248,591 organs, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation tends not to learn from its history, children who believe in the tooth fairy are frequently shipped off to Bigtopia, people who stay late at the office often come home to find their own funeral being planned, and not showing enough enthusiasm for mutual assured destruction is a court-martial offence. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Big Boyz's national animal is the Sand Crab, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Athyism.

Big Boyz is ranked 316,149^th in the world and 13,369^th in Osiris for Most Devout, with 1.94 prayers per hour.