The Void of Precisely Nothing is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Nobody with a fair hand, and notable for its daily referendums, infamous sell-swords, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 25.459 billion Naughts live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The medium-sized, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nowhere. The average income tax rate is 98.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Precisely Nothingian economy, worth a remarkable 7,271 trillion Bosons a year, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 285,625 Bosons, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.8 times as much as the poorest.

Nobody is strangely popular with male politicians' wives, Precisely Nothing's soft-touch approach to diplomacy has made it known as the 'push-over' of the region, Nobody's recent "I have a dream that we will fight them by raking muck on the beaches" speech seems a little derivative to many, and road signs are getting harder to read under layers of knitted woolen cardigans. Crime is totally unknown. Precisely Nothing's national animal is the Tardigrade, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Precisely Nothing is ranked 44,739^th in the world and 732^nd in the Rejected Realms for Most Pro-Market, scoring 74.33 on the Rand Index.