The People's Republic of Rouvenor is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by General Secretary Elias Padecain with a fair hand, and remarkable for its state-planned economy, smutty television, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 5.107 billion Rouvenorians are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, liberal, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Caille. The average income tax rate is 96.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Rouvenorian economy, worth 780 trillion labour vouchers a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 152,857 labour vouchers, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Power stations shutting down at night has made bedtime reading tricky, General Secretary Elias Padecain's exquisite office door is replaced monthly due to angry petitioners, city budgets are spent entirely on supporting the town royalty, and the Party has more splits than a yo-yo dieter's trousers. Crime is totally unknown. Rouvenor's national animal is the dove, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Rouvenor is ranked 3,758^th in the world and 65^th in Europe for Safest, scoring 132.07 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.