The Spudtacular Matriarchy of Pulsroth is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Laura Hickling-Norder SM with an iron fist, and notable for its frequent executions, pith helmet sales, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 24.202 billion Pulsrothites 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 enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Forsinard. The average income tax rate is 99.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Pulsrothi economy, worth a remarkable 4,840 trillion Pulse Shillings a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 199,984 Pulse Shillings, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The caged-bird trade is singing, prison reforms have replaced communal luaus with communal loos, the term cold case has taken on a very literal meaning, and prisoners due for execution often use their final statement to complain about soggy bread rolls. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pulsroth's national animal is the Wenlock Wyvern, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Té Tara.

Pulsroth is ranked 238,300^th in the world and 59^th in Spiritus for Nudest, with 81.75 cheeks per square mile.