The Duc de l'Infern of Murmur is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by Gran Duc Murmur with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, daily referendums, and infamous sell-swords. The compassionate, democratic population of 7.013 billion Murmureans 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 large, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Castell-palau d'Archaryns. The average income tax rate is 78.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Murmurean economy, worth 846 trillion aurs a year, is quite specialized and led by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 120,661 aurs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A town hall is called each time a kid asks how far away the sun is, the housing market has collapsed like an overbaked Brancalandian souffle, it's normal to start working life with crippling financial debt, and tourists flock to see the giant stone carvings of historical leaders at Mount Rushless. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Murmur's national animal is the homenets, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Antropomància.

Murmur is ranked 3,578^th in the world and 2^nd in The Dejected Realms for Most Cultured, scoring 192 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.