The Republic of Verxon is a huge, safe nation, remarkable for its pith helmet sales, otherworldly petting zoo, and frequent executions. The hard-working, democratic, devout population of 792 million Verxonians 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Education. The average income tax rate is 41.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Verxonian economy, worth 64.9 trillion Vollars a year, is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, and Automobile Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 81,895 Vollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Friendly fire incidents usually result in severe burns, military officials are questioning the policy of ceding the nation's territory in exchange for promises not to invade it, nine-year-olds' chat logs are scoured for evidence of radicalization, and there's a mortuary next to every Verxonian restaurant. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Verxon's national animal is the Vermin, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Verxon is ranked 42,104^th in the world and 667^th in the West Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 51.96 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.