The International State of ROLASS is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President-Emperor Rolass with an iron fist, and remarkable for its lack of airports, public floggings, and daily referendums. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful, devout population of 23.98 billion Rolassias 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Reda. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Rolassian economy, worth a remarkable 7,939 trillion Slavic Zloties a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Arms Manufacturing, and Information Technology. Average income is an amazing 331,106 Slavic Zloties, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Wigged-out hunters report playing croquet with the Queen of Hearts, boats straying just metres away from the shore will raise the ire of the Coast Guard, a proud mining community is considering a rebellion after the Capital officially renamed them 'District XII', and weird kids who eat bugs are breaking the law. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. ROLASS's national animal is the Griffin, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Rolassian Roman Catholicism.

ROLASS is ranked 263,824^th in the world and 5^th in New World Alliance for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring -75.73 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.