The Holy Violet Empire of Atrt is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by Bishop Ridot Asama with an iron fist, and notable for its infamous sell-swords, frequent executions, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 23.864 billion Atrtians 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 minute, corrupt government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Arada. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.4%.

The all-consuming Atrtian economy, worth 502 trillion Issis a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is mostly comprised of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 21,059 Issis, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 70,211 per year while the poor average 4,703, a ratio of 14.9 to 1.

Debate rages over whether ground fish guts can be spread on fields, calls to prayer are the newest dog whistles, a soldier's body is a temple, and it is cheaper to die in the wilderness than to survive. Crime is a problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Atrt's national animal is the manatee, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Atrt is ranked 314,789^th in the world and 19^th in Selene for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -10.71 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.