The Free State of Spaviland is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by Spav XI with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, frequent executions, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 14.422 billion Spavs 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 — juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Spavopoliz. The average income tax rate is 93.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Spavish economy, worth a remarkable 1,287 trillion Spavmarks 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 led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. Average income is 89,293 Spavmarks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Foreign militias and child smuggling rings will always love Spav XI, the concrete jungle has become a large steel cage, advertisements for jobs in the sciences run in fashion magazines, and parents are fined for sending their children to take out the trash after sunset. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Spaviland's national animal is the Spavish Monkey, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Spavish Mythology.

Spaviland is ranked 9,019^th in the world and 381^st in Lazarus for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 10,266.54 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.