The Republic of Word Island is a titanic, safe nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, pith helmet sales, and compulsory gun ownership. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 11.394 billion Word Islandians 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, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 42.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Word Islandian economy, worth a remarkable 1,337 trillion Dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 117,374 Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

Tardiness has increased after carpooling was classified as a criminal offense, many friends and relatives of Leader have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations, illicit spice trade makes desert merchants wrangling worms blush, and the government invades its allies more than its enemies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Word Island's national animal is the Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Word Island is ranked 46,859^th in the world and 285^th in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Highest Average Incomes, with 117,374.43 Standard Monetary Units.