The Federated States of Domanania is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Marcius Brenshal with an iron fist, and renowned for its public floggings, avant-garde cinema, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 13.888 billion Domananians 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Education, Healthcare, and Industry also on the agenda. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Dowlwind. The average income tax rate is 98.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Doman economy, worth a remarkable 3,997 trillion Draches 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. 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 an amazing 287,811 Draches, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

Blind dates reemerge as a necessary evil in the quest for love, the Fashion Channel can only be viewed on widescreen TVs, in life full of care there is no time to stop and stare, and there are no more heroes any more. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Domanania's national animal is the Crow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Domanium.

Domanania is ranked 159,872^nd in the world and 154^th in The Western Isles for Most Avoided, scoring 0.35 on the Kardashian Reflex Score.