The Holy Empire of Logicron is a massive, efficient nation, remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, ban on automobiles, and public floggings. The cynical population of 1.243 billion Logicronians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic government prioritizes Administration, although Law & Order, Education, and Defense are also considered important, while Spirituality is ignored. The average income tax rate is 72.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Logicronian economy, worth 125 trillion doubloons 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, quite specialized black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Woodchip Exports. 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 100,805 doubloons, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Election officials are delivered in 30 minutes or money back, the military has had its funding stripped back as the nation seeks a smaller role in international politics, firefighters fight fires with return fire, and sniffer dogs are trained to follow clouds of fruity-smelling vapor. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Logicron's national animal is the pheonix, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Logicron is ranked 292,781^st in the world and 7^th in Federations of Welsh FOW for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring -7.04 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.