The Commonwealth of Magewin is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by Supreme Magnificence with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, otherworldly petting zoo, and compulsory gun ownership. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.684 billion Magewinians enjoy great individual freedoms in everything except elections, which, where they exist at all, are populist shams for a dictatorship government that has no intention of ever giving up power.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Magehold. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Magewinian economy, worth a remarkable 2,038 trillion Kruk and CSZ Shmeckles a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 265,260 Kruk and CSZ Shmeckles, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,796,146 per year while the poor average 14,428, a ratio of 124 to 1.

Street preachers sell salvation with a side order of shame on every corner, the government loves seeing the little people fight, the ingredients list for most food products covers the entire surface of the packaging, and it is illegal for police officers to carry out searches due to strict privacy laws. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Magewin's national animal is the Raven, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Thaumaturgy.

Magewin is ranked 286,837^th in the world and 6,730^th in the Rejected Realms for Highest Food Quality, scoring 4.36 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.