The Free Land of Privatore is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Capitan Privatore with an even hand, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, complete lack of prisons, and national health service. The hard-nosed, humorless population of 16.287 billion Privatoreans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The tiny, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Privatore City. The average income tax rate is 1.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Privatorean economy, worth a remarkable 6,999 trillion Privs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 429,764 Privs, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Passionate nomination battles are often as intense as general elections, there are traffic jams at sea as diligent customs officers check every part of every ship, the state considers itself the 'third parent' of every child in the nation, and major cities run on potato batteries. Crime is totally unknown. Privatore's national animal is the Weasel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Privatore is ranked 403^rd in the world and 26^th in the South Pacific for Rudest Citizens, with 497.12 insults per minute.