The State of Iridava is a titanic, safe nation, notable for its state-planned economy, pith helmet sales, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 13.512 billion Iridavans 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 76.5%.

The powerhouse Iridavan economy, worth a remarkable 1,282 trillion lire 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 black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Woodchip Exports. 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 94,901 lire, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 359,455 per year while the poor average 17,410, a ratio of 20.6 to 1.

Schoolchildren must pass a six-month Ethics and Safety Committee Assessment before they are allowed to mix baking soda and vinegar, it is illegal to distribute Girl Guide Cookies without an advanced food hygiene diploma, the Iridava City State Museum is said to be haunted by ghastly musicians playing 'Nearer Violet to Thee', and the air force's greatness is based on how many enemies are made during procurement. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Iridava's national animal is the porpoise, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Iridava is ranked 60,871^st in the world and 3^rd in Tide for Most Developed, scoring 74.05 on the Human Development Index.