The Undead Justice of Croblade is a mammoth, cultured nation, ruled by President Evangeline Martin with an even hand, and notable for its daily referendums, smutty television, and unlimited-speed roads. The compassionate population of 6.416 billion Crobladians enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Greenridge. The average income tax rate is 71.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Crobladian economy, worth a remarkable 1,011 trillion Crobladian Sorloes 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 a slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Information Technology, Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. 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 impressive 157,691 Crobladian Sorloes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Movies depict muscle-bound women kicking down a titanium door to carry hysterical men to safety, most pop videos prominently feature the Crobladian flag, search and rescue forces now accept cheques and all major credit cards, and clairvoyants and soothsayers find fellowship at their local McRonalds. Crime is totally unknown. Croblade's national animal is the Panther, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Nawhian Artorianity.

Croblade is ranked 36,187^th in the world and 72^nd in the Plains of Perdition for Highest Drug Use, scoring 316.37 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.