The Dictatorship of Plaige is a small, orderly nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 32 million Plaigeans 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 73.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The basket case Plaigean economy, worth 515 billion supremes a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Furniture Restoration, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is 16,094 supremes, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Half-naked men feature prominently in official military materials, penny whistles have been rebranded 'tin hornpipes', the military is recruiting war criminals to join its weapons research teams, and it is technically inaccurate to call the dead 'worm food'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Plaige's national animal is the supreme leader, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Plaige is ranked 226,742^nd in the world and 50^th in Tarkin for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 732.57 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.