The Holy Necromantic Empire of The Emerald Legion is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The wizard with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 25.13 billion Legionairieses are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Emerald City. The average income tax rate is 92.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Emerald Legionian economy, worth a remarkable 8,816 trillion Bezants a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 350,825 Bezants, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Aggressive promotion of global warming puts polar bears on thin ice, the tawdry celebrity gossip section has moved to the front page of most newspapers, the standard government reply to any query is "there is no spoon", and retail boutiques encourage citizens to honor their military veterans by purchasing flag-patterned underwear. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Emerald Legion's national animal is the Mechaneko, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is a death cult.

The Emerald Legion is ranked 283,280^th in the world and 120^th in Yggdrasil for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 22.43 on the Bus Surprisal Index.