The Democratic Republic of Isreail is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its complete lack of prisons, ritual sacrifices, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 550 million Isreailians 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, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tel Aviv. The average income tax rate is 38.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Isreailian economy, worth 29.6 trillion shekels 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 a large, well-organized black market in Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, Cheese Exports, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. 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 53,871 shekels, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Posters encourage people to "Just Do It!", the tallest mountains are adorned with roller coasters, unpopular scientists are shunned by name, and diplomatic missions typically end with a flurry of childish insults, accusations and phlegm. Crime, especially youth-related, is relatively low, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Isreail's national animal is the gasel.

Isreail is ranked 6,548^th in the world and 125^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Primitive, scoring 106.9 on the Scary Big Number Scale.