The Beige Free Land of Privatore is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Capitan Privatore with a fair hand, and notable for its digital currency, infamous sell-swords, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 10.975 billion Privatoreans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Privatore City. The average income tax rate is 66.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Privatorean economy, worth a remarkable 4,037 trillion Privs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 367,867 Privs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Unshaven men are viewed with suspicion in courts of law, notable individuals are granted land and titles, government officials sit helplessly as they are labelled 'Pompous Womples' by celebrities, and tech-mad citizens think that the laser-powered bread-slicer uPhone App is the coolest thing since sliced bread. Crime is totally unknown. Privatore's national animal is the Weasel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Privatore is ranked 164,767^th in the world and 7,463^rd in the South Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 34.54 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.