The Republic of Test eleven one is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its ritual sacrifices, complete absence of social welfare, and exploding hoverboards. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 504 million Test eleven oneans are ruled with an iron fist by the corrupt, dictatorship government, which oppresses anyone who isn't on the board of a Fortune 500 company. Large corporations tend to be above the law, and use their financial clout to gain ever-increasing government benefits at the expense of the poor and unemployed.

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 31.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Test eleven onean economy, worth 46.0 trillion trout a year, is dominated by the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is frequent. Average income is 91,211 trout, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 351,448 per year while the poor average 16,279, a ratio of 21.6 to 1.

Stores employing more than 100 employees are required to be at least twenty miles from any competitor, the world outside is only known of in folklore, throwing garbage out of your house's front window makes it legally someone else's problem, and factories place endangered birds in their rafters in pursuit of government protections. Crime is a serious problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Test eleven one's national animal is the ligma-3 fatty acid, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Test eleven one is ranked 185,470^th in the world and 3,868^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Primitive, scoring -67.05 on the Scary Big Number Scale.