The Republic of Koroto is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Dear Father with an iron fist, and renowned for its unlimited-speed roads, pith helmet sales, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 20.179 billion Korotoans 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 95.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Korotoan economy, worth a remarkable 3,261 trillion Kremals a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Automobile Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 161,610 Kremals, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Blue sky thinkers are reminded that the firmament is actually more of a grey-ish colour, grandiose stage parents insist superyachts and private cinemas are children's basic needs, torture is illegal, and national park visitors are reporting a rash of poison ivy sightings. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Koroto's national animal is the blue footed booby, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Koroto is ranked 3,802^nd in the world and 104^th in the Pacific for Lowest Crime Rates, with 123.56 law-abiding acts per hour.