The Penguin Imperium of Lansoon is a massive, genial nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, avant-garde cinema, and irreverence towards religion. The cynical population of 1.131 billion Lansoonians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cansaras. The average income tax rate is 24.8%.

The Lansoonian economy, worth 57.7 trillion Marks 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 black market in Trout Farming, Tourism, Furniture Restoration, 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 51,006 Marks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

The military struggles with recruitment, a video of Leader wearing shock-blue face paint and smashing an electric guitar in front of a frenzied crowd is on endless repeat on the nightly news, conductors wield diamond-encrusted batons to fit in with their freshly gilded surroundings, and therapists dispense hugs for heroin dealers and cuddles for crackheads. Crime is moderate. Lansoon's national animal is the army ant, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Lansoon is ranked 213,761^st in the world and 159^th in Refugia for Largest Soda Pop Sector, scoring -10.63 on the Addison-Fukk Productivity Rating.