The Federation of 3v is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its ritual sacrifices, public floggings, and disturbing lack of elderly people. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 20.229 billion 3vians 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 large, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 74.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving 3vian economy, worth a remarkable 2,557 trillion Numbers 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Retail. 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 126,413 Numbers, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Aides are afraid to ask if Leader wants a cup of tea or coffee, weird or unusual crimes merit cruel and unusual punishments, the government spends more on chasing distant comets than on basic infrastructure, and it is illegal to distribute Girl Guide Cookies without an advanced food hygiene diploma. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 3v's national animal is the Letters, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

3v is ranked 20,518^th in the world and 1,474^th in Lazarus for Lowest Crime Rates, with 89.3 law-abiding acts per hour.