The Dominion of Trouble Nation is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Recidivist with an even hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, infamous sell-swords, and soft-spoken computers. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 31.685 billion Trouble Nationians 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 minute, corrupt government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Crematoria. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Trouble Nationian economy, worth an astonishing 15,746 trillion Credits 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, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Retail. 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 an amazing 496,966 Credits, with the richest citizens earning 5.8 times as much as the poorest.

The Communist Party claims that selling things for profit isn't necessarily capitalism, postcards from Trouble Nationian driving test centres are popular souvenirs, the new coalition government is so large nobody knows where it begins, and saying "don't do anything that Recidivist wouldn't do" doesn't exclude a great deal. Crime is totally unknown. Trouble Nation's national animal is the Hellhound, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Trouble Nation is ranked 165,103^rd in the world and 7,513^th in The North Pacific for Most Pro-Market, scoring -54.78 on the Rand Index.