The Republic of Varlamore is a large, safe nation, renowned for its compulsory military service. The hard-working, democratic population of 185 million Varlamoreans are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Healthcare, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.1%.

The strong Varlamorean economy, worth 12.7 trillion GPS a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Trout Farming, Pizza Delivery, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 68,687 GPS, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 232,961 per year while the poor average 14,950, a ratio of 15.6 to 1.

The government is a clear-cut case of tyranny by majority, captains must wait until all rats are safe before jumping ship, belief that Leader is a lizard-person from outer space has reached an all-time high, and towns are often run by puppets. Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control. Varlamore's national animal is the Griffin, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Varlamore is ranked 218,844^th in the world and 6^th in The New Old World for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 30.21 on the Bus Surprisal Index.