The Republic of Wingstone is a tiny, genial nation, renowned for its compulsory military service and irreverence towards religion. The hard-working, democratic population of 7 million Wingstoneans enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The tiny government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.2%.

The very strong Wingstonean economy, worth 573 billion Bolts a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Trout Farming. Average income is 81,866 Bolts, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 257,129 per year while the poor average 19,957, a ratio of 12.9 to 1.

There's more vermin than ever on the metro, racehorses move a lot slower these days, Wingstonean soldiers are assured their new ray-guns will finally power up after the next round of ominous chanting, and a large concrete wall is being built around the country's borders. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent. Wingstone's national animal is the Boeing 747, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wingstone is ranked 214,523^rd in the world and 3,011^th in the South Pacific for Highest Poor Incomes, with 19,957.5 Standard Monetary Units.