The Supremely Utopian Empire of Gravlen is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Lord Gravlen the First with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 45.809 billion Gravlenians 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 tiny, corrupt, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Industry, and Education also on the agenda, while Spirituality and Social Policy aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Gravlen MegaCity One. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Gravlenian economy, worth an astonishing 16,930 trillion Gravels a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 369,580 Gravels, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,227,468 per year while the poor average 27,580, a ratio of 80.8 to 1.

Atheists are heavily taxed, tourists avoid using the nation's bugged phones and monitored internet, long arduous trials are held for the most trivial of offences, and turning eighteen is often referred to as the 'Age of Aquarius'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Gravlen's national animal is the furious penguin, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways, and its national religion is worship of the great Penguin.

Gravlen is ranked 4,413^th in the world and 1^st in The Isles O Chocolate Coatings for Most Influential, scoring 12,869 on the Soft Power Disbursement Rating.