The Holy Empire of Oglass is a tiny, cultured nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 10 million Oglassians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, liberal, pro-business, outspoken individuals prioritizes Administration, although Industry, Defense, and Healthcare are also considered important, while Spirituality and International Aid receive no funds. Income tax is unheard of.

The strong Oglassian economy, worth 678 billion rupees a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 67,804 rupees, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 419,543 per year while the poor average 4,736, a ratio of 88.6 to 1.

The regional delicacy of chocolate bombes is deadlier than an unexploded bomb, the streets are increasingly clogged with poverty-stricken beggars, the aryanity stadiums are open 24/7, and several inches are being added to first class seating. Crime, especially youth-related, is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Oglass's national animal is the aryanity, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Oglass is ranked 8,033^rd in the world and 1^st in QA nerds for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 118.33 on the Bus Surprisal Index.