The Osiran of Fingon is a titanic, safe nation, notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 16.573 billion Fingonians 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.7%.

The thriving Fingonian economy, worth a remarkable 1,513 trillion regions a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Trout Farming industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 91,340 regions, with the richest citizens earning 9.5 times as much as the poorest.

Children seem to be getting better at lying these days, invasive drug testing is now performed at elementary school sports days, new safety regulations require all cars manufactured in Fingon to be bombproof, and the nation has an international reputation for compassion. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fingon's national animal is the scarab, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Fingon is ranked 48,641^st in the world and 9^th in Darkest Skies for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 1,997.61 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.