The Republic of Capave is a titanic, efficient nation, renowned for its smutty television, vat-grown people, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 13.829 billion citizens have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 74.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Capavean economy, worth a remarkable 2,095 trillion monies a year, is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 151,494 monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Doughnut-makers claim their products are healthy because they are fortified with vitamins, industry tycoons rarely hide their misdeeds due to the government's habit of bailing them out, teenagers performing appendectomies on their friends has become a popular schoolyard prank, and schoolkids are often mistaken for fast food workers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Capave's national animal is the bird, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Capave is ranked 57,563^rd in the world and 963^rd in The East Pacific for Most Cultured, scoring 70 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.