The Santo império da of Rarmania is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Divino Imperador Rafael with an iron fist, and remarkable for its teetotalling pirates, prohibition of alcohol, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.086 billion Rarmanians 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, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rarf. The average income tax rate is 67.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Rarmanian economy, worth a remarkable 1,238 trillion Iereses a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an amazing 243,602 Iereses, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.9 times as much as the poorest.

Tower block residents are each held responsible for four square inches of front lawn, Rarmanians are regularly fired for looking at MyFace during their lunch breaks, pirates armed with sonar-guided semi-autonomous torpedos and laser weapons systems are often seen capturing fishing trawlers, and Divino Imperador Rafael's exquisite office door is replaced monthly due to angry petitioners. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rarmania's national animal is the Água imperial, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Igreja apostólica católica romana.

Rarmania is ranked 187,518^th in the world and 3,729^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Furniture Restoration Industry, scoring 802.12 on the Spitz-Pollish Productivity Index.