The Holy Violet Empire of Atrt is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Bishop Ridot Asama with an iron fist, and renowned for its vat-grown people, strictly enforced bedtime, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 23.475 billion Atrtians 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 minute, corrupt government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Arada. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.2%.

The all-consuming Atrtian economy, worth 480 trillion Issis a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 20,455 Issis, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 68,196 per year while the poor average 4,568, a ratio of 14.9 to 1.

Failing businesses often become the sites of unsolved murders, taking hostages is a great way to influence government policy, buildings are experiencing some new ten-ants, and debate rages over whether ground fish guts can be spread on fields. Crime is a problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Atrt's national animal is the manatee, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Atrt is ranked 301,017^th in the world and 24^th in Selene for Highest Food Quality, scoring 4.64 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.