The Colony of Euro 226 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 6.636 billion Euro 226ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 67.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Euro 226ian economy, worth 844 trillion Cards 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 a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Automobile Manufacturing. 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 impressive 127,254 Cards, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The army insists there is nothing gay about men in uniforms rolling in the mud, the Violetist community celebrates bombshells being dropped on Euro 226, love is a precious butterfly to be crushed under diplomatic protocol, and marijuana is legal in the privacy of your own home. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Euro 226's national animal is the Raven, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Euro 226 is ranked 21,036^th in the world and 87^th in Memeland United for Lowest Crime Rates, with 88.88 law-abiding acts per hour.