The Slow Loud Breathers of Donkervader is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Lukas Ligloper with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, aversion to nipples, and ban on automobiles. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 43.836 billion underlings 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 tiny, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Coruscant. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Controlled by Vader economy, worth an astonishing 32,374 trillion left hands a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Retail, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is a breathtaking 738,530 left hands, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

Strip mining of rare earth metals is up while back problems are down, the 'kind of scrawny' 500 meter hurdle is a popular event, the National Archive now covers square miles of warehouses in order to accommodate its new stone tablets system, and politicians constantly ring their voters to remind them how good a job they're doing. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Donkervader's national animal is the tauntaun, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Force Activism.

Donkervader is ranked 11^th in the world and 1^st in Hell for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 52,599.41 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.