The Republic of Blackmarche is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its museums and concert halls, enslaved workforce, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 6.53 billion Blackmarcheans are ruled with an iron fist by the corrupt, dictatorship government, which oppresses anyone who isn't on the board of a Fortune 500 company. Large corporations tend to be above the law, and use their financial clout to gain ever-increasing government benefits at the expense of the poor and unemployed.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government prioritizes Industry, although Defense, Administration, and Education are also considered important, while Environment and Welfare aren't funded at all. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Blackmarchean economy, worth a remarkable 2,997 trillion currencies a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 459,008 currencies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,163,904 per year while the poor average 5,897, a ratio of 706 to 1.

Cyber-crime and tin-foil hat sales are both increasing at record rates, extraordinary rendition is nothing out of the ordinary, people who have never eaten chicken are told it tastes a bit like crocodile, and half-submerged and flooded seaside hotels are technically still next to the beach. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Blackmarche's national animal is the animal, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Blackmarche is ranked 286,407^th in the world and 52^nd in Vickenian experiment incubator for Safest, scoring 1.71 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.