The Confederacy of Oimnerr is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its parental licensing program, pith helmet sales, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.616 billion Oimnerrians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 47.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Oimnerrian economy, worth 166 trillion Golds a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 102,753 Golds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Pristine wilderness has been trashed in the quest for cheaper oil, shelters struggle to keep up with the endless intake of stray animals, muscular women are banned from competing in sporting competitions, and politicians can't accept birthday presents from their own children. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Oimnerr's national animal is the Wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Oimnerr is ranked 219,745^th in the world and 211^th in Wolf Card Farm Corporation for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 49.01 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.