The Federal Republic of Slippearks is a huge, efficient nation, ruled by President-CEO Plutus Pecuniosus with an iron fist, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, compulsory military service, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 903 million Slippearksians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Administration, Law & Order, and Industry also on the agenda, while Spirituality receives no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Comerciopolis. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 23.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Slippearksian economy, worth 108 trillion francs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is an impressive 119,602 francs, with the richest citizens earning 8.0 times as much as the poorest.

Every citizen must submit to DNA testing to be eliminated from police inquiries, the government throws money at problems when in a jam, people who have had childhood imaginary friends are told they can't ever be trusted with guns, and crowded passenger trains are near-silent save for the soft tap of fingers on touchscreens. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Slippearks's national animal is the panther, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Slippearks is ranked 39,435^th in the world and 131^st in the Outback for Most Developed, scoring 80.04 on the Human Development Index.