The Holy Empire of Pasta Pharia is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by the Holy Meatball with an iron fist, and renowned for its infamous sell-swords, compulsory military service, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 24.025 billion Pasta Pharians are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Environment, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Spaghetti Junction. The average income tax rate is 88.3%.

The thriving Pasta Pharian economy, worth a remarkable 1,953 trillion noodles a year, is highly specialized and mostly made up of the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Basket Weaving and Trout Farming. Average income is 81,317 noodles, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Disadvantaged neighbourhoods have become no-go areas after sundown, small children are learning a lot of new words from a teacher with Tourette Syndrome, the best-of-the-best athletes have been replaced by the best-of-the-mediocre, and the military patrols the streets in search of possible secessionists. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pasta Pharia's national animal is the pirate, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Pastafarian.

Pasta Pharia is ranked 34,650^th in the world and 8^th in The Atheist Empire for Highest Food Quality, scoring 51.46 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.