The Republic of Trolleborg is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Vladimir Finn with an even hand, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, compulsory military service, and aversion to nipples. The compassionate, cheerful population of 25.624 billion Trolleborgians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Trolleborg City. The average income tax rate is 8.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Trolleborgian economy, worth a remarkable 7,562 trillion florins a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Furniture Restoration. Average income is an amazing 295,141 florins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Vladimir Finn can finally stop kneading the dough and start rolling in it instead, Trolleborg is notorious for its citizens' infidelity, tabloids coo over Vladimir Finn's expected child, and cheap goods stamped "Made In Dàguó" are increasingly rare. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Trolleborg's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Trolleborg is ranked 6,669^th in the world and 135^th in the South Pacific for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 36,826.93 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.