The Galactic Communes of Daravon is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Comrade-Representative Carl Cleibnecht with an even hand, and remarkable for its vat-grown people, pith helmet sales, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, humorless population of 15.764 billion Daravonians enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level of social equality free from the usual accompanying government corruption.

The enormous, corrupt, liberal, socially-minded government prioritizes Defense, although Education, Healthcare, and Administration are also considered important, while Spirituality receives no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Daravon. The average income tax rate is 98.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Daravonian economy, worth a remarkable 3,143 trillion Labors a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, and Tourism. Average income is an impressive 199,388 Labors, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Diplomatic fallout tends to be much more dangerous than radioactive fallout, an endless multinational bureaucracy connects the Red Bloc, internal strife within the Red Bloc crumbles in the face of fiery rhetoric, and friendly fire incidents usually result in severe burns. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Daravon's national animal is the Phoenix, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Dialectical Materialism.

Daravon is ranked 14,547^th in the world and 224^th in The East Pacific for Most Patriotic, with 59.27 flags saluted per person per day.