The People's Republic of Pradovnia is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The Dear Leader with a fair hand, and notable for its vat-grown people, frequent executions, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, democratic, humorless population of 21.886 billion Pradovnians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, liberal government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vaflograd. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Pradovnian economy, worth a remarkable 5,343 trillion Pradloks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Arms Manufacturing, and Tourism. Average income is an amazing 244,163 Pradloks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Foreigners must sell an arm and a leg to afford surgery in Pradovnia, ice-filled coffins are ominously positioned in the corner of every hospital ward, purported secret military bases are dismissed by The Dear Leader to be highly-advanced toilet factories, and teenagers performing appendectomies on their friends has become a popular schoolyard prank. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pradovnia's national animal is the Owl, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Atheism.

Pradovnia is ranked 1,038^th in the world and 61^st in The North Pacific for Safest, scoring 159.6 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.