The The Great Republic of Stockgrove is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by The Council of Ten with a fair hand, and renowned for its smutty television, complete lack of prisons, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic population of 14.077 billion Stockgrovese are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Londres. The average income tax rate is 69.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Stockgrovese economy, worth a remarkable 1,507 trillion pounds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 107,085 pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation's universities are often mistaken for foreign embassies, fewer people are bathing as citizens must show ration stamps before they can turn on their faucets, government employees have reverted to carrier pigeon due to never-ending virus scans, and Maxtopian villagers starve by the time Stockgrovese officials even file the appropriate paperwork needed to help them. Crime is totally unknown. Stockgrove's national animal is the Swan, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Stockgrove is ranked 54,198^th in the world and 2^nd in Norrland for Lowest Crime Rates, with 73.06 law-abiding acts per hour.