The Dimly Lit Dreams of Strawberry Moon is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Dracula with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, smutty television, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 2.371 billion Strawberry Moonians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Strawberry Moonian economy, worth 486 trillion gold bars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 205,002 gold bars, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,883,658 per year while the poor average 2,314, a ratio of 813 to 1.

The Great Strawberry Moonian Desert is reputedly the most uninhabitable place in the region, hostage-takers offer loyalty scheme points for prompt payment, patriotic citizens chant "there's only one Strawberry Moon" at foreigners, and anyone who sneezes at border crossings is turned away. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Strawberry Moon's national animal is the bat, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Strawberry Moon is ranked 306,670^th in the world and 822^nd in Horizon for Highest Poor Incomes, with 2,314.79 Standard Monetary Units.