The Theocracy of Beak is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Moonviolet with an iron fist, and renowned for its lack of airports, restrictive gun laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 963 million Avians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Glory Nest. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 81.5%.

The very strong Beakian economy, worth 57.8 trillion Picoes a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 60,012 Picoes, with the richest citizens earning 5.4 times as much as the poorest.

Bus shelters seem to be designed to let rain in, Moonviolet has just been declared ruler of Beak in an international press conference, charity distribution sites are regularly raided by the police, and sex offenders find themselves cut off from the ability to repeat their crimes. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Beak's national animal is the Mourning Dove, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Beak is ranked 314,873^rd in the world and 112^th in Imperatus for Nicest Citizens, with 0.55 average smiles per day.