The Protectorate of The Southernly Isles is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Muriel Westchester with an iron fist, and notable for its complete lack of prisons, pith helmet sales, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical population of 15.258 billion Southernly Islesians 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 Administration, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Darwin. The average income tax rate is 42.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Southernly Islesian economy, worth a remarkable 1,702 trillion pounds a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Tourism, and Retail. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 111,557 pounds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Laser-wielding robots are taking aim at human hearts, cutting-edge missile systems are being retrofitted to twin-prop air force biplanes, The Southernly Isles's heavy congestion charges are the bane of motorists' lives, and bowls of milk left on windowsills please fairies and passing cats alike. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Southernly Isles's national animal is the Adélie Penguin, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

The Southernly Isles is ranked 31,189^th in the world and 43^rd in International Democratic Union for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 6,849.75 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.