The Kingdom of Grimmbleddyn is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by Athian Moonstruck with an iron fist, and remarkable for its rampant corporate plagiarism, keen interest in outer space, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 1.711 billion Grimmbleddynians 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, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Travant. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 63.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Grimmbleddynian economy, worth 248 trillion pawpounds a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 145,514 pawpounds, with the richest citizens earning 6.0 times as much as the poorest.

One complaint of Grimmbleddyn's new periodic table is it's easy to confuse fearlessleaderium with gloriousleaderium, visiting dignitaries often end up cuddling in the hot tub with Athian Moonstruck, ambitious "businessmen" use their children to sell and advertise their products, and a firework a day does not in fact keep the doctor away. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Grimmbleddyn's national animal is the wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Therianity.

Grimmbleddyn is ranked 56,099^th in the world and 204^th in Carcassonne for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 51.48 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.