The Republic of Tiphlon is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and frequent executions. The cynical population of 8.95 billion Osirans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Public Transport. The average income tax rate is 34.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Osiran economy, worth 366 trillion scarabs a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Automobile Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 40,959 scarabs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Knitters are arrested for carrying needles in their bags, orphans would rather live their life of luxury than be adopted by prospective parents, the government regularly hires contractors to construct high rise apartments, and Calvinball training often involves digging escape tunnels. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tiphlon's national animal is the scarab, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Tiphlon is ranked 189,527^th in the world and 2,420^th in Hispano Germanic Alliance for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 634.98 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.