The Most Serene Republic of Poor Mans Paradise is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by The Pope with an iron fist, and renowned for its fear of technology, ubiquitous missile silos, and complete absence of social welfare. The cynical, humorless, devout population of 3.523 billion Poor Mans Paradisers 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 government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Penniless Town. The average income tax rate is 28.9%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Poor Mans Paradiser economy, worth 361 trillion fogs a year, is quite specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Book Publishing, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 102,672 fogs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Companies have begun running campaigns to stop people from remembering their brand name, patriotic citizens simply tend to applaud rather than sing the nation's praises, former customs officers are adjusting to their new lives as market stall traders, and residents of new housing subdivisions complain about the total absence of supermarkets and restaurants. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Poor Mans Paradise's national animal is the unicorn, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Humanism.

Poor Mans Paradise is ranked 307,200^th in the world and 4,952^nd in The East Pacific for Most Patriotic, with 0.58 flags saluted per person per day.