The People's Republic of Imperax is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its state-planned economy, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 672 million Imperaxians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Vanguard. The average income tax rate is 85.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Imperaxian economy, worth 56.9 trillion Reichsmarks 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 Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 84,741 Reichsmarks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The child of a rich parent flip-flops between decadence and poverty, frat-house partying has become the national pastime, foundling babies rarely make it off the doorsteps they are abandoned on, and the diplomatic corps tends to open negotiations by insulting all the foreigners in the room. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Imperax's national animal is the Eagle, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Imperax is ranked 74,838^th in the world and 1,202^nd in The North Pacific for Most Developed, scoring 69.14 on the Human Development Index.