The Protectorate of Bigboy251 is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its public floggings, ubiquitous missile silos, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 3.124 billion Bigboy251ians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 55.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Bigboy251ian economy, worth 426 trillion currencies a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 136,646 currencies, with the richest citizens earning 8.4 times as much as the poorest.

You can't put down the nation's attitude to pet health, politicians constantly ring their voters to remind them how good a job they're doing, the country's population is reported with a margin of error of several billions, and the nation's armed forces are recruiting thousands to help colonise Brasilistan. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Bigboy251's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Bigboy251 is ranked 304,194^th in the world and 692^nd in Big Boy Brigade for Most Cultured, scoring 57 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.