The Magical Eclarian Paradise of Purple Lightning is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by an undisclosed society of the astute with an iron fist, and notable for its compulsory military service, disturbing lack of elderly people, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 1.602 billion sleazy skanks 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pandæmonium. The average income tax rate is 77.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped sleazy economy, worth 54.9 trillion credits a year, is extremely specialized and mostly made up of the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 34,284 credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Meetings are often scheduled for "about four-ish" following complete conversion to sundials, diminutive sleazy generals are feared for their aggressiveness, art criticism in Purple Lightning is scathingly destructive, and peace talks occasionally rack up a higher body count than the wars they seek to stop. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Purple Lightning's national animal is the snake, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Purple Lightning is ranked 21,525^th in the world and 1^st in Conjuration for Lowest Crime Rates, with 80.23 Law-abiding Acts Per Hour.