The Republic of Katalantana is a massive, safe nation, notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.759 billion Katalantanans 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, 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 vesüdn. The average income tax rate is 64.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Katalantanan economy, worth 114 trillion pesos 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 a slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, Uranium Mining, 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 65,274 pesos, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

An endless multinational bureaucracy connects the Red Bloc, museums have more touchscreens on display than artifacts, organ donation is compulsory, and endangered bison are herded across the border to prevent them from trampling on native prairie grass. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Katalantana's national animal is the parrot, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Katalantana is ranked 40,851^st in the world and 881^st in The East Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 77.35 law-abiding acts per hour.