The Constitutional Republic of British Norklon is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by Vegun Golding with an even hand, and renowned for its smutty television, keen interest in outer space, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 5.71 billion British Norklonians enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Oriamore City. The average income tax rate is 81.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient British Norklonian economy, worth 772 trillion pounds a year, is led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 135,249 pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Bailiffs must face down a fusillade of depleted uranium rounds, military units are often seen arguing over which one is truly favored by the gods, demand for gourmet white truffles is on the rise, and the new airport at Mr. Giles' farm is panicking his sheep. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. British Norklon's national animal is the Wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

British Norklon is ranked 32,094^th in the world and 166^th in Europe for Highest Drug Use, scoring 99.8 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.