The We Never Go Out of Style- is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its smutty television, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and disturbing lack of elderly people. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 6.296 billion Style-ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 45.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Style-ian economy, worth 783 trillion bad bloods a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Basket Weaving, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 124,523 bad bloods, with the richest citizens earning 6.9 times as much as the poorest.

Leader's peyote-induced "let's all just be friends" speech is trending world-wide, many in Style- are born in the purple, noises louder than a whisper have been prohibited by law, and military pistols are more secure than the national treasury. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Style-'s national animal is the wildest dream, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Style- is ranked 51,677^th in the world and 291^st in Stereo Hearts for Lowest Crime Rates, with 73.7 law-abiding acts per hour.