The Grand Republic of Tullamore is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, daily referendums, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 1.485 billion Tullaqueses are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tullaqui. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 7.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Tullamorean economy, worth 194 trillion florins a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Uranium Mining, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is an impressive 130,897 florins, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 818,413 per year while the poor average 8,900, a ratio of 92.0 to 1.

They say the best compromise leaves everyone feeling a little unarmed, feeling like a winner comes at a price, the nation is relieved that all of the recent madness has finally come to an end, and a stocking with a crooked seam or a tie without a full Windsor knot are grounds for instant dismissal. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tullamore's national animal is the eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Tullamore is ranked 79,718^th in the world and 4,264^th in Lazarus for Lowest Crime Rates, with 71.19 law-abiding acts per hour.