The Republic of Sthalin is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its avant-garde cinema, prohibition of alcohol, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.484 billion Sthalinians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it prioritizes Law & Order, with Defense, Administration, and Environment also on the agenda. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Sthalinian economy, worth a remarkable 2,348 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, extremely specialized black market in Basket Weaving and Soda Sales. 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 an amazing 313,783 currencies, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The Gallery of Instasnap is the most popular museum in the country, police wait behind troop deployments in order to shoot deserters, the people are famous throughout the region for their perfect yellow teeth, and royal mothers accustomed to baby-talk assure the troops "we gweatly wespect your service; yes, we do". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Sthalin's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Sthalin is ranked 713^th in the world and 5^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Highest Poor Incomes, with 295,743.73 Standard Monetary Units.