The Autocratic Republic of Vexilia is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by President Teethy Phoenix with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, rampant corporate plagiarism, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 21.308 billion Vexilians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Phoenix. The average income tax rate is 99.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Vexilian economy, worth a remarkable 7,406 trillion Pounds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 347,609 Pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Diplomatic missions are often mistaken as declarations of war, doctors prescribe medicines but they rarely dispense hope or compassion, the most notorious criminals are given the Consequences of Your Actions Award, and any citizen who cries is immediately assigned a psychiatrist. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vexilia's national animal is the Orca, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Vexilia is ranked 836^th in the world and 22^nd in The North Pacific for Highest Poor Incomes, with 297,264.54 Standard Monetary Units.