The Republic of Wintercrow is a gargantuan, safe nation, renowned for its compulsory military service, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The democratic population of 27.8 billion Wintercrowians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The enormous government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Law & Order, and Spirituality. The average income tax rate is 67.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Wintercrowian economy, worth a remarkable 1,261 trillion nones a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is dominated by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 45,383 nones, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

A murderous reputation can revitalise a flagging celebrity career, every day has been a surprise since weather reporters turned to consulting ancient totems for their seven-day forecasts, public projects are synonymous with yawn-inducing conformity, and 4-year-olds are often found reminiscing about the 'good old days'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wintercrow's national animal is the none.

Wintercrow is ranked 191,385^th in the world and 142^nd in Wintreath for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -2.28 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.