The Autocratic Republic of Vexilia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President Teethy Phoenix with an iron fist, and renowned for its vat-grown people, pith helmet sales, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 16.247 billion Vexilians 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, 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 Phoenix. The average income tax rate is 99.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Vexilian economy, worth a remarkable 5,747 trillion Pounds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 353,781 Pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Getting an autograph has become harder than ever, the military will start wars with other nations on a lark, the government is denying reports that criminals injected with experimental drugs have turned into monstrous supervillains, and politicians are often seen with soldiers pointing guns at their heads. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vexilia's national animal is the Orca, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Vexilia is ranked 207,126^th in the world and 5,189^th in The North Pacific for Safest, scoring 39.28 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.