The Rogue Nation of Bhuzrian is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, free-roaming dinosaurs, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.604 billion Bhuzrianians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 15.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Bhuzrianian economy, worth a remarkable 1,657 trillion Fruizlhiaus 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. 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 250,969 Fruizlhiaus, with the richest citizens earning 5.7 times as much as the poorest.

A National Academy regulates grammar and usage, hordes of unemployed lumberjacks have resorted to cutting down utility poles to satisfy their cravings, Tom and Jerry cartoons have cat and mouse resolving their problems with reasoned discussion, and barbed wire entanglements and guard towers surround the Bhuzrian City Natural History Museum. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Bhuzrian's national animal is the Fruit Dolphin, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Bhuzrian is ranked 5,327^th in the world and 65^th in Worlds of Colors for Lowest Crime Rates, with 115.04 law-abiding acts per hour.