The Democratic Republic of Woreyland is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Prime Minister Jacob Smiths with an iron fist, and notable for its smutty television, devotion to social welfare, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 11.662 billion Woreylandians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Woreylandian City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 76.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Woreylandian economy, worth a remarkable 2,973 trillion Woreymarks a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 254,940 Woreymarks, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 744,781 per year while the poor average 68,914, a ratio of 10.8 to 1.

Nuclear submarines have been deployed to protect the nation's banana supply, brave curators do battle with disorganised government libraries, ill and injured visitors in Woreyland have to walk it off until they return home, and the new airport at Mr. Giles' farm is panicking his sheep. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Woreyland's national animal is the Woreylandian Eagle, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Woreylim.

Woreyland is ranked 301,937^th in the world and 794^th in Europe for Fattest Citizens, with 4.19 Obesity Rate.