The Dystopian Hellscape of New Vavlar is a mammoth, pleasant nation, ruled by Emperor Urala with an even hand, and notable for its keen interest in outer space, public floggings, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed population of 7.228 billion New Vavlarians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanocon. The average income tax rate is 17.1%.

The New Vavlarian economy, worth 362 trillion djurs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Automobile Manufacturing, Furniture Restoration, and Trout Farming. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 50,207 djurs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Tourists flock to see the giant stone carvings of historical leaders at Mount Rushless, citizens are permitted to carry concealed handguns, weather forecasts regularly cover meteor showers, and newspapers are running a front-page picture of Emperor Urala holding a crowbar and standing over a bloodied stockbroker. Crime is relatively low, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. New Vavlar's national animal is the I dont know what to put here, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities, and its national religion is Ortalism.

New Vavlar is ranked 143,442^nd in the world and 1^st in The Abode for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 1,164.51 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.