The Theocracy of Ocrax is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Apostle Onoel with an iron fist, and renowned for its prohibition of alcohol, lack of airports, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 12.764 billion Ocraxians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Spirituality, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Holy Shora. The average income tax rate is 94.8%.

The large but underdeveloped Ocraxian economy, worth 583 trillion Copper Coins a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Beef-Based Agriculture industry, with significant contributions from Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are the norm. Average income is 45,727 Copper Coins, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

People across the world seek to be healthier by eliminating carbs, religious classes are compulsory for all school students, children playing with walkie-talkies are told to 'get a job', and jaywalking is punishable by public flogging. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ocrax's national animal is the Dove, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is God of nature Pan.

Ocrax is ranked 6,805^th in the world and 3^rd in Banaanvraag for Lowest Crime Rates, with 109.16 law-abiding acts per hour.