The People's Republic of Wonreba is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Tuur Vandecasteele with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, ubiquitous missile silos, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 4.873 billion Wonrebans 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Lenmark. The average income tax rate is 95.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Wonreban economy, worth 665 trillion Kolenas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Furniture Restoration, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 136,622 Kolenas, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Skateparks can be found in every city, relations with Merovingia are as cold as Wonreba's high-security cell blocks, arthritic surgeons with tremulous fingers reassure patients that they are in safe hands, and troops are either deafened by gunfire or a hysterical voice screaming the Party manifesto. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wonreba's national animal is the Horse, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Wonreba is ranked 245,720^th in the world and 7^th in Pact of Mutual Friendship and Assistance for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 111.37 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.