The Blissful Incarnation of Ogivya is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by whoever feels like it for the day with an iron fist, and notable for its public floggings, disturbing lack of elderly people, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 3.324 billion Ogivyans enjoy great individual freedoms in everything except elections, which, where they exist at all, are populist shams for a dictatorship government that has no intention of ever giving up power.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, although Defense is also considered important, while Law & Order and Environment receive no funds. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Ogivyan economy, worth 668 trillion assorted scrapss of metal a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 200,996 assorted scrapss of metal, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,829,678 per year while the poor average 2,497, a ratio of 732 to 1.

A flying elephant and whoever feels like it for the day share the same nickname, death is nobody's business, people transfer their assets to bank accounts in Manamana before getting divorced, and atheists are heavily taxed. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Ogivya's national animal is the random critters that have gone extinct, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is practically irrelevant.

Ogivya is ranked 49,023^rd in the world and 1^st in Fantasy Zone for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 5,212.57 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.