The Arcturian Republic of Lorrana is a huge, genial nation, remarkable for its rampant corporate plagiarism, infamous sell-swords, and daily referendums. The compassionate, democratic, devout population of 681 million Lorranians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, liberal, outspoken morass — juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Lorrana City. The average income tax rate is 78.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Lorrani economy, worth 37.4 trillion nivers 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, highly specialized black market in Book Publishing, Tourism, Uranium Mining, 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 54,930 nivers, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Crossword puzzles have been co-opted as a symbol of racial discrimination, hospitals have to sell their computers on vBay in order to afford the ransomware decryption payments, the rich and poor vomit into separate bags, and NationStates is now a popular brand of laxatives despite Max Barry's protests. Crime is relatively low. Lorrana's national animal is the parrot, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Lorrana is ranked 161,182^nd in the world and 2,746^th in The East Pacific for Highest Economic Output, with 37.4 trillion Standard Monetary Units.