The Republic of Bamvern is a very large, cultured nation, notable for its fear of technology, pith helmet sales, and state-planned economy. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 231 million Bamvernians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government prioritizes Administration, although Welfare, Education, and Law & Order are also considered important. The average income tax rate is 58.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Bamvernian economy, worth 14.2 trillion marks 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 a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, Automobile Manufacturing, 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 61,494 marks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Theories that hold water are considered to have failed, the only soporific permitted during sermons is the preacher's voice, the installation of street lights across remote goat tracks has left citizens bemused, and terrified tympanists are finding themselves on the front lines armed only with kettledrums. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Bamvern's national animal is the horse, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Bamvern is ranked 264,575^th in the world and 109^th in Albastru for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 25,397.27 Standard Monetary Units.