The Empire of DeskMunch is a huge, safe nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, frequent executions, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 540 million DeskMunchians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 23.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong DeskMunchian economy, worth 37.7 trillion desks a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Arms Manufacturing, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 69,858 desks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.8 times as much as the poorest.

Running away is an essential part of the elite forces' hand-to-hand training, political speeches always take place at sunset to a background of patriotic power ballads, all alcohol is banned, and all government facilities are built in the subterranean citadel of DeskMunch City. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. DeskMunch's national animal is the goobley gobbler, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

DeskMunch is ranked 237,260^th in the world and 364^th in Lone Wolves United for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 47.56 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.