The Hand-Cranked Space Empire of Tingo Lep Hex is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Warden-Father with an iron fist, and notable for its compulsory military service, fear of technology, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.648 billion Hexen are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Hexhold. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 70.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Hexish economy, worth 181 trillion leps a year, is quite specialized and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 110,415 leps, with the richest citizens earning 7.3 times as much as the poorest.

Airport announcements inform passengers that flights have been delayed because pilots are having afternoon naps, tax evaders are regularly visited by agents of the Tingo Lep Hex Blood Tithe, children and steel are ubiquitous features of the nethermost depths of Tingo Lep Hex, and people think garlic bread counts as one of their "five a day". Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tingo Lep Hex's national animal is the pit canary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is The Deep Mercy.

Tingo Lep Hex is ranked 321,840^th in the world and 4,024^th in the South Pacific for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -12.3 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.