The Technocracy of Blackphir is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Premier Mancer with an even hand, and notable for its public floggings, keen interest in outer space, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 2.506 billion Blackphirians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Carthus. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 78.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Blackphirian economy, worth 557 trillion sovereigns a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 222,349 sovereigns, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 931,639 per year while the poor average 34,538, a ratio of 27.0 to 1.

Citizens live in superstitious fear of the mysterious glowing clouds that float over Blackphir, the government extracts trade concessions from poor nations in exchange for humanitarian aid, corporate executives continue to enjoy generous tax benefits while the public is taxed to the hilt, and the Father of the House has been in office just shy of a fortnight. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Blackphir's national animal is the raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Blackphir is ranked 161,446^th in the world and 8,808^th in The North Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 39.73 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.