The Dominion of West Urcea is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its national health service, smutty television, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.515 billion West Urceans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of West Urceopolis. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.7%.

The all-consuming West Urcean economy, worth 286 trillion Imperial Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 114,014 Imperial Dollars, with the richest citizens earning 6.4 times as much as the poorest.

The might of the entire West Urcean Navy is focused on fifty bemused spear-throwing islanders, money can't buy happiness but it can buy immunity to prosecution, serial commas clarify the relationship between one's lackeys, the taxpayers, and kinsfolk, and returning tourists and businessmen are detained without trial if they belong to the "wrong" religion. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. West Urcea's national animal is the Argyrean Tobacco Dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

West Urcea is ranked 225,129^th in the world and 8^th in Urcean Civilization for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring -4.27 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.