The Planet of Ravone is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, parental licensing program, and daily referendums. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.273 billion Ravoneans 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 Law & Order, Defense, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.1%.

The all-consuming Ravonean economy, worth 233 trillion Efforts 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 a slick, highly efficient black market in Trout Farming, Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 impressive 102,776 Efforts, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 291,758 per year while the poor average 28,918, a ratio of 10.1 to 1.

The nation has nearly as many history museums as Ravoneans, bowling teams spend more time looking at their phones than the pins, flight attendants rip down curtains with revolutionary fervor, and escaped birthday balloons are torpedoed out of the sky. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ravone's national animal is the Cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Ravone is ranked 93,480^th in the world and 5^th in Firmament for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,497.76 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.