The Empire of Invernus is a mid-sized, safe nation, notable for its compulsory military service, irreverence towards religion, and suspicion of poets. The cynical population of 50 million Invernusians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Welfare, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 74.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The basket case Invernusian economy, worth 641 billion Aethers a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 12,827 Aethers, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Jury duty means front row seats to a spectacular show, homesickness is thought to be a waterborne illness, troops are either deafened by gunfire or a hysterical voice screaming the Party manifesto, and the tribal zone has been opened to up to 'economic interest' groups. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Invernus's national animal is the orb-weaver spider, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Invernus is ranked 123,512^th in the world and 265^th in Horizon for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 643.7 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.