The People's Republic of Rouvenor is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by General Secretary Elias Padecain with a fair hand, and renowned for its soft-spoken computers, smutty television, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 5.148 billion Rouvenorians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Caille. The average income tax rate is 96.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Rouvenorian economy, worth 786 trillion labour vouchers 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 Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 152,831 labour vouchers, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Power stations shutting down at night has made bedtime reading tricky, General Secretary Elias Padecain's exquisite office door is replaced monthly due to angry petitioners, city budgets are spent entirely on supporting the town royalty, and the Party has more splits than a yo-yo dieter's trousers. Crime is totally unknown. Rouvenor's national animal is the dove, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Rouvenor is ranked 97,759^th in the world and 610^th in Europe for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring 1,760.78 on the Hickory Productivity Index.