The Grand Unified Federation of Perimeter Defense is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Adrianne Cain with a fair hand, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, smutty television, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, democratic, devout population of 39.953 billion Perimetrians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cyvils. The average income tax rate is 97.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Perimetrian economy, worth a remarkable 6,643 trillion credits a year, is quite specialized and led by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Tourism. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 166,286 credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Fighter pilots crash out of the air after failing to understand their foreign instruction manuals, grocery stores can be audibly identified by the giggling emerging from them, it is illegal to distribute Girl Guide Cookies without an advanced food hygiene diploma, and thieves find battery shops juicier targets than banks. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Perimeter Defense's national animal is the omnipede, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Perimeter Defense is ranked 269,069^th in the world and 103^rd in Equilism for Most Primitive, scoring -235.9 on the Scary Big Number Scale.