The Republic of Osbedove is a gargantuan, orderly nation, notable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, state-planned economy, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.511 billion Osbedoveans 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 79.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Osbedovean economy, worth a remarkable 3,128 trillion francs 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Retail, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Arms Manufacturing. 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 an amazing 201,711 francs, with the richest citizens earning 6.6 times as much as the poorest.

The national census includes an opt-in to join the government-run dating service, an alabaster statue of an ancient cat-deity takes pride of place in the centre of Osbedove City, the nation wears its high incidence of chromosomal diseases as a badge of pride, and sushi is sold on the black market. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Osbedove's national animal is the turtle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Osbedove is ranked 169,335^th in the world and 5^th in Soviet Democracy for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 298.37 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.