The Republic of Portsville is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its avowedly heterosexual populace, disturbing lack of elderly people, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The compassionate, cynical, humorless population of 3.338 billion Portsvilleans 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 medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 71.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Portsvillean economy, worth 472 trillion deniers a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 141,673 deniers, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Kids these days know how to throw a proper punch, anyone can get ahead in life if they want to, the national security service are a bunch of crooks, and where there's a will there is usually a password manager. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Portsville's national animal is the falcon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Portsville is ranked 155,051^st in the world and 28^th in Testregionia for Most Pro-Market, scoring 24.22 on the Rand Index.