The Empire of The Sons is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Emperor Arnette Septim I with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, public floggings, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 13.891 billion Sonsians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Imperial City. The average income tax rate is 76.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Sonsian economy, worth a remarkable 3,046 trillion Gold Septims a year, is mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Retail, Tourism, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 219,316 Gold Septims, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.4 times as much as the poorest.

The crispy fried liver of a Dragon is prized as a tasty treat by vagrants, nerdy teenagers have to prove that they're made of the same stuff as their grandparents, the new national campaign exhorts men to "Show Some Class - Don't Sit On Your Ass", and the new Sonsian-made OS is buggier and more inconvenient than a horse-drawn carriage. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Sons's national animal is the Dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is the Nine Divines.

The Sons is ranked 10,367^th in the world and 1^st in United Coalition of Nations for Lowest Crime Rates, with 100.36 law-abiding acts per hour.