The Military Rectory of Seneca Islands is a massive, genial nation, notable for its ritual sacrifices, zero percent divorce rate, and complete lack of prisons. The compassionate, cynical population of 2.032 billion Seneca Islandsians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 32.2%.

The very strong Seneca Islandsian economy, worth 142 trillion Rectorial Talers a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 70,224 Rectorial Talers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

The country's population is reported with a margin of error of several billions, stranded mountaineers can watch livestreamed footage of their rescues, business is banging at no-tell motels, and top gamblers bet against seedy hoopers. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Seneca Islands's national animal is the Rectorial Labrador, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Seneca Islands is ranked 131,002^nd in the world and 2^nd in Urcean Rectories for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 839.76 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.