The Ravanian Borderlands of Daughters is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by My Daughters with a fair hand, and notable for its national health service, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The democratic population of 24.241 billion Daughters love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The tiny government juggles the competing demands of Environment, Welfare, and Public Transport. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Daughteria. The average income tax rate is 10.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Daughtersian economy, worth 876 trillion Dollars a year, is led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Cheese Exports, and Furniture Restoration. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 36,138 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Prison visits increase substantially during election years, the upper class have been throwing riots after hunting was recently banned, the nation's image rights are the strictest in the world, and the study of medicine is popular throughout Daughters. Crime is relatively low. Daughters's national animal is the raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Our Father.

Daughters is ranked 171,218^th in the world and 53^rd in St Abbaddon for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring zero on the Clooney Contribution Index.