The Democratic Republic of Zinwor is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by Chancellor Fastend Risildtor with an iron fist, and remarkable for its frequent executions, compulsory military service, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 21.554 billion Zinworians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 67.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Zinworian economy, worth a remarkable 1,917 trillion Midyndens 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, fairly diversified black market in Woodchip Exports, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Pizza Delivery, and Information Technology. 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 88,984 Midyndens, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Chancellor Fastend Risildtor can finally stop kneading the dough and start rolling in it instead, jollity-related fatalities are on the increase, economic planning is exalted as a human art form, and bridge salesmen line up for blocks to make their cases at Chancellor Fastend Risildtor's office. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Zinwor's national animal is the locust, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Zinwor is ranked 315,208^th in the world and 1,598^th in the Plains of Perdition for Nicest Citizens, with 0.53 average smiles per day.