The Republic of The Crownsoul is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape. The cynical population of 8.36 billion Crownsoulians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 26.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Crownsoulian economy, worth 302 trillion bitcoins a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 36,232 bitcoins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Leader is too busy listening to praise to get any work done, the national guard is mobilized whenever a mother gets separated from her child at the mall, foreign musicians that Leader dislikes are turned away at the border, and a major religion has been named as The Crownsoul's national religion. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Crownsoul's national animal is the beaver, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

The Crownsoul is ranked 159,650^th in the world and 4,103^rd in the Rejected Realms for Lowest Crime Rates, with 60.18 law-abiding acts per hour.