The Incorporated States of Vraxar is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by Silas Sorio with an iron fist, and notable for its soft-spoken computers, smutty television, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, cynical population of 3.693 billion Vraxarians 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 large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vraxar City. The average income tax rate is 73.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Vraxarian economy, worth 376 trillion Turoes 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 dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Cheese Exports, and Retail. Average income is an impressive 101,753 Turoes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Citizens know never to accept cookies from strangers, the 'sing-a-long with Silas Sorio' album is a popular souvenir, universities spend millions cultivating ivy on their buildings, and the annual budget is heralded by the Treasury Minister donning a fake plastic mustache and giant star-shaped glasses. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vraxar's national animal is the Peacock, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Department of Department.

Vraxar is ranked 47,264^th in the world and 40^th in Aeternum for Most Developed, scoring 78.19 on the Human Development Index.