The Dominion of New Urceopolis is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its avant-garde cinema, daily referendums, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.645 billion New Urceopolisians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 49.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving New Urceopolisian economy, worth 237 trillion Imperial Dollars 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 large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Information Technology. 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 89,534 Imperial Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Airplane passengers have been known to stuff pillows in their jackets to get extra arm room, newlywed misogynists complain about their wives keeping their maiden names, it is cheaper to die in the wilderness than to survive, and election ballot papers are so long that unused ones are recycled as toilet roll. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. New Urceopolis's national animal is the Argyrean Tobacco Dog, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

New Urceopolis is ranked 266,849^th in the world and 16^th in Urcean Civilization for Nicest Citizens, with 3.13 average smiles per day.