The Republic of Nickyuwu 389 is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, ubiquitous missile silos, and soft-spoken computers. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 833 million Nickyuwu 389ians 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 prioritizes Defense, with Administration, Law & Order, and Industry also on the agenda, while International Aid isn't funded at all. The average income tax rate is 54.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Nickyuwu 389ian economy, worth 80.2 trillion kronor 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 large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Beef-Based Agriculture, 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 96,249 kronor, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Stony-faced prosecutors play loud gangster rap music during court proceedings, escargots have lost their charm ever since they started to be called 'cooked land snails', skateboarding is punishable by heavy fines, and the wearing and manufacture of fur apparel is banned. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Nickyuwu 389's national animal is the horse, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Nickyuwu 389 is ranked 228,342^nd in the world and 2,092^nd in Danish Wonderland for Most Primitive, scoring -91.57 on the Scary Big Number Scale.