The Imperial Dominion of Moarfall is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by Hughes Elgind with an even hand, and remarkable for its ritual sacrifices, pith helmet sales, and strictly enforced bedtime. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 24.644 billion Moarfallians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business government is primarily concerned with Defense, with Industry, Law & Order, and Education also on the agenda, while Welfare and Social Policy are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Acheron. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Moarfallian economy, worth a remarkable 8,738 trillion Kredits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 354,597 Kredits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,567,377 per year while the poor average 15,524, a ratio of 165 to 1.

Voters must decide whether to go number one or number two, stylish juvenile delinquents are highly overrepresented in fatal motorcycle accidents, The Pipe Bomb Makers' Pop-Up Book can be found in preschool libraries, and the mouth-frothing Moarfallian can be confused for a rabid Dragon. Crime, especially youth-related, is moderate, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Moarfall's national animal is the Dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Moarfall is ranked 112,147^th in the world and 12^th in New Coalition of Nations for Most Extreme, scoring 22.06 on the Paul-Nader Subjective Decentrality Index.