The Commonwealth of Triveth is a colossal, genial nation, notable for its pith helmet sales, national health service, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic population of 3.104 billion Trivethians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The large, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 67.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Trivethian economy, worth 235 trillion Tags a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Furniture Restoration, and Pizza Delivery. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 75,782 Tags, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens have voted the song "Leader Smells Like An Opossum" as their new national anthem, a PhD just ain't what it used to be, Leader spends weekends doing the laundry of foreign leaders, and all new "spies" are fifteen-year-old acne-ridden kids on computers. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Triveth's national animal is the Opossum, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Triveth is ranked 256,720^th in the world and 8,795^th in Lazarus for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 25.12 on the Bus Surprisal Index.