The Republic of TEP3 is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, national health service, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 1.414 billion TEP3ians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 84.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse TEP3ian economy, worth 124 trillion pounds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is 88,237 pounds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Military officers are given medals for disobeying orders, election results are often delayed for weeks to count the expat votes, the letters L, G, and B must never be grouped together, and passwords to nuclear codes must now contain upper and lower case characters. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TEP3's national animal is the kiwi, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

TEP3 is ranked 19,293^rd in the world and 10^th in Pablo for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 3,436.06 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.