The Routien Commonwealth of Comrade Commisar is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by High Admiral Norman Walker with an iron fist, and renowned for its smutty television, irreverence towards religion, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 32.321 billion Routiers are proud of their wide-ranging civil freedoms, and those who aren't tend to be dragged off the streets by men in dark suits and hustled into cars with tinted windows.

The relatively small, corrupt, well-organized government is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Welfare and Social Policy not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Routié. The average income tax rate is 3.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Routien economy, worth a remarkable 7,385 trillion Silver Coins a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Gambling, and Retail. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 228,505 Silver Coins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

People say that smog must be good for you because of its healthy green colour, heart attacks are regarded as a coming of age ritual, young children are regularly seen wagering pocket money at blackjack tables, and builders across Comrade Commisar are blocked up with orders for new public loos. Crime is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Comrade Commisar's national animal is the Northern Killing Whale, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is North Lands Traditionalism.

Comrade Commisar is ranked 759^th in the world and 1^st in Valkia for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring 32,314.18 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.