The Republic of West Phlebacite is a gargantuan, cultured nation, notable for its deadly medical pandemics, pith helmet sales, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 11.209 billion West Phlebaciteans are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.1%.

The frighteningly efficient West Phlebacitean economy, worth a remarkable 5,351 trillion hanks a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 477,409 hanks, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,550,421 per year while the poor average 110,841, a ratio of 14.0 to 1.

More and more people are signing up for the government party, the navy is chrome-plating its battleships to prevent rust, those who cut young children are told to cut it out, and talkative students are escorted from schools in second-hand prison buses. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. West Phlebacite's national animal is the six legged unicorn, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

West Phlebacite is ranked 296,466^th in the world and 843^rd in 10000 Islands for Lowest Crime Rates, with 3.27 law-abiding acts per hour.