The Prosperous Land of Kethania is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by literally me right now with a fair hand, and notable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, ubiquitous missile silos, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, democratic population of 23.771 billion Kethanians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Night Vale. The average income tax rate is 97.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Kethanian economy, worth a remarkable 3,404 trillion gramms of Antimatter a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 143,216 gramms of Antimatter, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Escalators are avoided at all costs, unpackaged foodstuffs rot on store shelves, burning twigs to keep warm while lost in the wild is now a felony, and the national anthem is a rather effective sleeping aid. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Kethania's national animal is the Cthulhu, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Kethania is ranked 313,413^th in the world and 500^th in The Communist Bloc for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring -13.22 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.