The Night Father of Venico is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Venico with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, flagrant waste-dumping, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 11.145 billion Romulans are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Romule. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Romulan economy, worth a remarkable 2,500 trillion GPS a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 224,400 GPS, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,053,075 per year while the poor average 2,650, a ratio of 774 to 1.

Warfare increasingly resembles a video game, the government has officially clarified that "wee on your hands to save time" does not count as proper hygiene, on graduation day the hats thrown in the air fly high enough to stun passing pigeons, and when you fly on Air Venico you win a seat or you die. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Venico's national animal is the Elk, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Worship of the Overseer.

Venico is ranked 212,671^st in the world and 152^nd in The Brotherhood of Malice for Largest Furniture Restoration Industry, scoring 225.6 on the Spitz-Pollish Productivity Index.