The Republic of Royal Federation is a gargantuan, orderly nation, remarkable for its smutty television, ritual sacrifices, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 26.437 billion Royal Federationians 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 prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Industry, and Education also on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 68.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Royal Federationian economy, worth a remarkable 2,375 trillion Pounds 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 Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, and Tourism. Average income is 89,848 Pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens simply have to point a weapon at a government official to get what they want, the tools of the trade for landmine clearance appear to be copious amounts of gasoline and a box of matches, a formerly quiet little town is now booming as both a cult centre and a tourist attraction, and executions often take hours as amateurs attempt to find veins. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Royal Federation's national animal is the Squirrel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Royal Federation is ranked 39,636^th in the world and 2^nd in Spear Danes for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 179.19 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.