The Democratic Republic of Prevaland is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by President Athan Bley with a fair hand, and renowned for its state-planned economy, complete lack of prisons, and smutty television. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 9.378 billion Prevalandians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, liberal government prioritizes Education, with Administration, Industry, and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Spirituality is ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Prevalent City. The average income tax rate is 90.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Prevalandian economy, worth a remarkable 1,156 trillion Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 123,371 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The voyages of obsolete star-trekking satellites on deliberate escape orbits are only just beginning, recognizing the Prevalandian flag qualifies you for citizenship, weird kids who eat bugs are breaking the law, and power stations shutting down at night has made bedtime reading tricky. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Prevaland's national animal is the Raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Prevaland is ranked 218,055^th in the world and 8,178^th in The North Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -328.26 on the Scary Big Number Scale.