The Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz of Insomniac Roavin is a titanic, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, anti-smoking policies, and irreverence towards religion. The cynical population of 19.958 billion Insomniac Roavinians 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 medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 22.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Insomniac Roavinian economy, worth 875 trillion pillows a year, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Cheese Exports, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 43,837 pillows, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Prisoners regularly escape detention posing as scarecrows, agreeing to appear on TV is often the best way to access social care, the mining industry is making inroads into environmentally sensitive areas, and the tobacco industry has burnt out. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Insomniac Roavin's national animal is the infant, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Insomniac Roavin is ranked 107,610^th in the world and 2^nd in The Cuckoos Egg for Least Corrupt Governments, with 93.23 percentage of bribes refused.