The Theocracy of Santrakul is a massive, safe nation, notable for its avowedly heterosexual populace, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.411 billion Santrakulians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — prioritizes Law & Order, with Defense, Administration, and Spirituality also on the agenda, while Education and Healthcare aren't funded at all. The average income tax rate is 80.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Santrakulian economy, worth 34.9 trillion Marks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Pizza Delivery and Soda Sales. Average income is 24,708 Marks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Stony-faced prosecutors play loud gangster rap music during court proceedings, there's nothing more Santrakulian than revanchism, five-year-olds chanting "Little Miss Muffet" are accused of bullying arachnophobes, and vanity is considered the fifth cardinal virtue. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Santrakul's national animal is the Vulture, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Santrakul is ranked 332,259^th in the world and 1,259^th in Concord for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring -9.49 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.