The Holy Red Templars of Witchcrosse is a mammoth, safe nation, ruled by Grand Prior Siôn macSidhe with an iron fist, and notable for its national health service, pith helmet sales, and otherworldly petting zoo. The cynical, devout population of 7.029 billion Templars are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Witchcrosse Abbey. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 48.3%.

The powerhouse Witchcrossean economy, worth 682 trillion Marks a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Basket Weaving, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 97,135 Marks, with the richest citizens earning 5.7 times as much as the poorest.

The diplomatic corps stinks, recorded music can be rented but not bought from record companies, the Foreign Ministry thinks an eye for an eye is a blindingly good idea, and people transfer their assets to bank accounts in Manamana before getting divorced. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Witchcrosse's national animal is the Werewolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is the Magisterium.

Witchcrosse is ranked 54,458^th in the world and 1^st in Dimensional Mists for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 19,036.29 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.