The City Corporation of Forwerpen is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by the Board of Ealdormen with an even hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and enslaved workforce. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.876 billion Forwerpians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Forthrow Ealdormanry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Forwerpian economy, worth a remarkable 1,858 trillion species a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an impressive 144,328 species, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 471,771 per year while the poor average 33,190, a ratio of 14.2 to 1.

The nation is known abroad mostly for its Parliamentary antics, garbage bags floating down the river are churned up by man-made rapids, a firework a day does not in fact keep the doctor away, and citizens ask "how many crooks could a nunchuck hook if a nun had nunchucks too?". Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Forwerpen's national animal is the one-horned horse, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is laissez-faire.

Forwerpen is ranked 315,015^th in the world and 6,288^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Patriotic, with 0.34 flags saluted per person per day.