The Island of Sark is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its closed borders, ubiquitous missile silos, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 19.445 billion Sarkians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 37.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Sarkian economy, worth a remarkable 2,910 trillion Golds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 149,692 Golds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.8 times as much as the poorest.

The state is footing the bill for billionaires' lawyers, armed security details escort librarians to their homes, obstetricians are not allowed to publish ultrasound pictures of fetuses in medical journals, and amorous nobles always bring the same disappointing gift to weddings. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Sark's national animal is the Elephant, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Sark is ranked 21,866^th in the world and 975^th in Balder for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 5,711.15 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.