The Void of Precisely Nothing is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Nobody with a fair hand, and remarkable for its smutty television, national health service, and infamous sell-swords. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 26.352 billion Naughts live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The medium-sized, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nowhere. The average income tax rate is 99.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Precisely Nothingian economy, worth a remarkable 7,628 trillion Bosons a year, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 289,479 Bosons, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.9 times as much as the poorest.

Drivers regularly pull over for nonexistent police cars, fraternities are notorious for drunken hooliganism, Nobody's handshakes with opposition leaders usually lead to thumb wars, and a suspicious number of male students have joined the Ladies' Wrestling League. Crime is totally unknown. Precisely Nothing's national animal is the Tardigrade, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Precisely Nothing is ranked 86,457^th in the world and 2,020^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 2,442.17 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.