The Community of Xentawr is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Polkan with an iron fist, and remarkable for its ban on automobiles, punitive income tax rates, and exploding hoverboards. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 14.084 billion Xentawrians 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 enormous government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Xentawr City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.8%.

The Xentawrian economy, worth 592 trillion centaury herbs a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Pizza Delivery. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 42,043 centaury herbs, with the richest citizens earning 6.4 times as much as the poorest.

Destitute athletes are forced to train in the street, college students make ends meet by selling their kidneys, drug lords often avoid prison time by teaching "chemistry" classes to underprivileged youth, and recruitment posters proclaim the army to be both fabulous and fashionable. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Xentawr's national animal is the pony, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Moderate Ponyism.

Xentawr is ranked 118,687^th in the world and 33^rd in New Europe for Lowest Crime Rates, with 63.85 law-abiding acts per hour.