The Archipellago of Lun Noir is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Caleb Westinghouse III with an iron fist, and remarkable for its anti-smoking policies, absence of drug laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 18.744 billion Lun Noirians 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 Administration, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Bruske. The average income tax rate is 90.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Lun Noirian economy, worth a remarkable 7,133 trillion credits a year, is fairly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Uranium Mining, Retail, Furniture Restoration, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 380,599 credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Medical lawsuits are out of control, Caleb Westinghouse III's peyote-induced "let's all just be friends" speech is trending world-wide, Lun Noir Barrier Island residents anxiously await their 'Bridge to Somewhere', and the song 'They Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Lun Noir' is a smash hit. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Lun Noir's national animal is the scorpion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is unitarian.

Lun Noir is ranked 4,013^th in the world and 1^st in WildStar for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 21,299.61 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.