The Dictatorship of Duskshire is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Daemonaeus Gloomreign with an iron fist, and remarkable for its lack of airports, devotion to social welfare, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 17.052 billion Duskshireans 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Gloomreign. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Duskshirean economy, worth a remarkable 3,962 trillion Credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture and Information Technology. Average income is an amazing 232,394 Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Murderers frequently escape punishment by claiming they were protecting their honour, people accuse the government of being in bed with Big Safety, handling people's data is proving an immersive experience, and space research funding has hit a recent high while several military bases are being closed down. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Duskshire's national animal is the Gloam Owl, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Atheism.

Duskshire is ranked 270,018^th in the world and 1^st in Duskshire for Most Primitive, scoring -242.15 on the Scary Big Number Scale.