The Úlfhéðnar Empire of Edge Calibur is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Emmett Arnarson with an iron fist, and renowned for its smutty television, compulsory military service, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.139 billion Edge Caliburians 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 prioritizes Administration, with Industry, Education, and Defense also on the agenda. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mon Caliburi. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 69.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Edge Caliburian economy, worth a remarkable 1,068 trillion Prismatic Feathers a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Arms Manufacturing. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 131,285 Prismatic Feathers, with the richest citizens earning 6.0 times as much as the poorest.

Frequent broken zippers have resulted in safety pins making a fashion comeback, warfare increasingly resembles a video game, the price of freedom is about half a million Prismatic Feathers, and every conceivable scenic location has been completely booked by couples desperate to marry. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Edge Calibur's national animal is the ÚLFHÉÐINN, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Church of Sweden.

Edge Calibur is ranked 26,068^th in the world and 49^th in Texas for Most Popular Tourist Destinations, with 1,269.96 Tourists Per Hour.