The Largely Ungoverned Territory of Oneiro is a gargantuan, genial nation, renowned for its keen interest in outer space, hatred of cheese, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 39.027 billion Oneiroans love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, socially-minded, outspoken morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Social Policy. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Oneiroan economy, worth a remarkable 9,831 trillion Meatloafs a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Book Publishing industry. Average income is an amazing 251,919 Meatloafs, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Pedal-powered removal vans are a popular Maxxmas gift for the children of separated parents, captains must wait until all rats are safe before jumping ship, Oneiroan Standard Vodka is the only drink that bars stock, and power to the people comes from the barrel of a gun. Crime is totally unknown. Oneiro's national animal is the blackbird, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Oneiro is ranked 301,892^nd in the world and 10,073^rd in Osiris for Largest Retail Industry, scoring -55.7 on the Shrinkwrap Consignment Productivity Index.