The Republic of 67 Uma is a massive, orderly nation, notable for its pith helmet sales, infamous sell-swords, and soft-spoken computers. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 1.55 billion 67 Umen are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The large, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 76.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming 67 Uman economy, worth 164 trillion monies 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 led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Basket Weaving. Average income is an impressive 106,387 monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Stranded mountaineers can watch livestreamed footage of their rescues, citizens seem fixated on 105m x 45m rectangles, ersatz chicken has left the nation's citizens with a bad taste in their mouths, and masterpieces by male artists are on display in the dumpsters behind the gallery. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 67 Uma's national animal is the card, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

67 Uma is ranked 157,510^th in the world and 810^th in the Plains of Perdition for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 1,626.61 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.