The Republic of Hypnagogic is a massive, cultured nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, ubiquitous missile silos, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless, devout population of 3.689 billion Hypnagogicians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The large, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 76.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Hypnagogician economy, worth 459 trillion dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Woodchip Exports, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an impressive 124,424 dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 418,994 per year while the poor average 27,374, a ratio of 15.3 to 1.

Brancalandian Brie isn't available anywhere in Hypnagogic, postcards from Hypnagogician driving test centres are popular souvenirs, a punitive tax has been placed on harmful emissions, and when flight control tells pilots to alter course the usual reply is "No, YOU move!". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hypnagogic's national animal is the penguin, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Hypnagogic is ranked 33,221^st in the world and 1,218^th in Two for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 1,780.73 on the Societal Mobility Rating.