The Republic of Getting DEATed is a titanic, safe nation, renowned for its fear of technology, state-planned economy, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 10.004 billion Getting DEATedians 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 juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 49.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Getting DEATedian economy, worth 158 trillion DEATS 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 Trout Farming, Uranium Mining, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. 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 15,836 DEATS, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Thousands of children die every day from easily curable illnesses, Getting DEATed has designated Getting DEATed City as its capital city, the nation's healthcare system has taken a "survival of the fittest" approach in administering care, and blind students are at a disadvantage now that test papers printed in braille have been discontinued. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Getting DEATed's national animal is the mod.

Getting DEATed is ranked 81,864^th in the world and 437^th in the Rejected Realms for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 36.87 on the Bus Surprisal Index.