The Republic of Rodent Mouse of Doom and Despair is a tiny, orderly nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, restrictive gun laws, and suspicion of poets. The cynical population of 9 million Rodent Mouse of Doom and Despairians 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 large, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 45.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The weak Rodent Mouse of Doom and Despairian economy, worth 223 billion rats a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Basket Weaving, Cheese Exports, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 24,862 rats, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Scientists regularly clone human beings for research purposes, it is illegal to make racist remarks in public, the country's famous rainforests are being bulldozed by the mining industry, and hammer and sickle-wielding space marines are such stuff that dreams are made on. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rodent Mouse of Doom and Despair's national animal is the more rat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Rodent Mouse of Doom and Despair is ranked 215,905^th in the world and 801^st in Europe for Highest Poor Incomes, with 19,915.11 Standard Monetary Units.