The Empire of Angvar 69 is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its irreverence towards religion, restrictive gun laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The cynical population of 3.754 billion Angvarians 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 large, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 42.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Angvarian economy, worth 36.5 trillion Angvarian crounes 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, Retail, Tourism, and Basket Weaving. 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 9,726 Angvarian crounes, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens are barcoded to keep track of their movements, TV shows must meet strict ethnicity quotas, scientists regularly clone human beings for research purposes, and all citizens are solely referenced by their allocated identity number. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Angvar 69's national animal is the common raven.

Angvar 69 is ranked 210,514^th in the world and 3,136^th in Artificial Solar System for Most Cultured, scoring 64 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.