The Republic of Mag Island is a mammoth, efficient nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, infamous sell-swords, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.657 billion Mag Islandians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Education, and Industry also on the agenda, while Welfare and International Aid receive no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 41.5%.

The very strong Mag Islandian economy, worth 622 trillion Golds 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 large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Automobile Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. 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 93,437 Golds, with the richest citizens earning 8.2 times as much as the poorest.

Maximum security fish farms leave caged salmon pining for the fjords, captains must wait until all rats are safe before jumping ship, asking 'does my bum look big in this?' leads to 30 hours of self-esteem classes, and half-submerged and flooded seaside hotels are technically still next to the beach. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mag Island's national animal is the Clam, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Mag Island is ranked 152,522^nd in the world and 293^rd in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 1,459.83 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.