The People's Republic of Empordia is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, disturbing lack of elderly people, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.344 billion Empordians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 74.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Empordian economy, worth 103 trillion dollars 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 large, well-organized, highly specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, 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 77,170 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Government bureaucrats shut down teenage yard-raking businesses for being counter-revolutionary, the nation is Two's leading manufacturer of intricately-patterned sweaters, one complaint of Empordia's new periodic table is it's easy to confuse fearlessleaderium with gloriousleaderium, and there is a growing belief that consciousness is a simulated illusion within a computer-generated reality. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Empordia's national animal is the horse, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Empordia is ranked 277,537^th in the world and 40^th in Two for Most Secular, with 10.78 Atheism Rate.