The Republic of Mortelande is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its compulsory military service, fear of technology, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, cynical population of 1.055 billion Mortelandeans enjoy great individual freedoms in everything except elections, which, where they exist at all, are populist shams for a dictatorship government that has no intention of ever giving up power.

The relatively small, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Yoriv. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.9%.

The strong Mortelandean economy, worth 57.5 trillion Dollars a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Cheese Exports, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 54,498 Dollars, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 299,339 per year while the poor average 5,043, a ratio of 59.4 to 1.

The government awards prizes to television shows featuring stereotype-breaking minority roles, the nation's coasts have been left unprotected while the entire navy sits in Brasilistani waters, animal liberationists receive government funding to break into animal research labs, and all government facilities are built in the subterranean citadel of Yoriv. Crime is a problem. Mortelande's national animal is the Dog.

Mortelande is ranked 277,944^th in the world and 13,556^th in Lazarus for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring -6.93 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.