The Glorious Regime of Fremore is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Dictator Harold Vewn with an iron fist, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, free-roaming dinosaurs, and compulsory military service. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.293 billion Fremorians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Oris. The average income tax rate is 82.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Fremorean economy, worth 629 trillion Koronas a year, is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Trout Farming. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 146,639 Koronas, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The unofficial motto of the nation's intelligence agency is "in Bont we trust", it's not only teenagers who mess around with fake IDs, the nation's mettle is about to be tested, and rural Fremorians stare in awe at the bright lights of the big cities. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fremore's national animal is the Cobra, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Fallen.

Fremore is ranked 15,895^th in the world and 35^th in The Union of Democratic States for Lowest Crime Rates, with 93.45 law-abiding acts per hour.