The Erbium of ER is a titanic, orderly nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, frequent executions, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 20.001 billion ERians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 63.1%.

The frighteningly efficient ERian economy, worth a remarkable 3,137 trillion Golds 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 impressive 156,872 Golds, with the richest citizens earning 8.2 times as much as the poorest.

ER's fine wines are renowned throughout the region, 13-year-old internet trolls are treated as a threat on par with terrorists, children are told they have to do well in school if they want to live, and the nation's skies are now a wasteland. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. ER's national animal is the Elephant, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

ER is ranked 312,902^nd in the world and 2^nd in APSIA for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -9.05 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.