The Sacred Realm of The Happyland is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Boss Smiley with an even hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, daily referendums, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 42.222 billion Happylandians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The tiny, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 3.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Happylandian economy, worth a remarkable 5,574 trillion smiles a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Gambling, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is an impressive 132,022 smiles, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 530,468 per year while the poor average 22,003, a ratio of 24.1 to 1.

'removal of the heart' is the most common cause of death, the nation is experiencing a severe shortage of sporting events, the police have reaffirmed their tough stance on drugs, and a fashion designer has been arrested for inciting hatred after claiming redheads couldn't pull off vermillion. Crime, especially youth-related, is relatively low, thanks to a capable police force. The Happyland's national animal is the jackalope, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Smileyism.

The Happyland is ranked 4,209^th in the world and 1^st in Island of Lost Souls for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 128,061.66 Standard Monetary Units.