The Federal Republic of Gonthavnor is a mammoth, socially progressive nation, ruled by the Arch Mage with a fair hand, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, sprawling nuclear power plants, and otherworldly petting zoo. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 7.699 billion Gonthavnorians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The large, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roke Peninsula. The average income tax rate is 91.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Gonthavnorian economy, worth a remarkable 1,264 trillion Goldivories 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 mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 164,267 Goldivories, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Authorities are looking for a stool pigeon to rat out who is stealing food from pigeon toilets, giggling teens are asked to put their mouths on rubber dolls, scientists who publish a non-reproducible result are tarred and feathered, and 'The Anti-Government Hour' is a popular programme on many of Gonthavnor's radio stations. Crime is totally unknown. Gonthavnor's national animal is the Dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Gonthavnor is ranked 310,315^th in the world and 4,142^nd in the South Pacific for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring -27.09 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.