The Man who seems to be a kind of Orc is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Orc Pilot with an iron fist, and renowned for its closed borders, public floggings, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 16.226 billion Orcs 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 Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Orc City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 28.5%.

The large but inefficient Orcish economy, worth 431 trillion Gold Pieceses a year, is highly specialized and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Pizza Delivery, Uranium Mining, and Basket Weaving. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 26,565 Gold Pieceses, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 110,617 per year while the poor average 4,170, a ratio of 26.5 to 1.

Decreased demand for toilets is saving the prison service a lot of money, forecasts predict rains of loose lead and mortar shells for the next six weeks, work creation schemes keep the masses occupied with meaningless tasks, and nursing mothers are often arrested for indecent exposure. Crime is a serious problem, possibly because it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many regulations. Orc's national animal is the Warg, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The-One-Eyed-ism.

Orc is ranked 276,764^th in the world and 3^rd in Ship for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring -10.58 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.