The Empire of Holoata is a tiny, safe nation, renowned for its irreverence towards religion, restrictive gun laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 7 million Holoatans 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 68.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The developing Holoatan economy, worth 238 billion dfsfvds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is dominated by the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Woodchip Exports, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. Average income is 34,093 dfsfvds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation's government buildings are remarkable for being ugly concrete boxes, it is illegal to make racist remarks in public, all major public areas are watched by police surveillance cameras, and nudity is frowned upon. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Holoata's national animal is the dinosaur, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Holoata is ranked 254,256^th in the world and 10^th in Vestout for Most Cultured, scoring 63 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.