The Imperium of Tinfect is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Irrell Levant with an iron fist, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, pith helmet sales, and ubiquitous missile silos. The compassionate, cynical, humorless population of 10.604 billion Imperials are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, socially-minded morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of New Kol. The average income tax rate is 99.0%.

The large but underdeveloped Imperial economy, worth 809 trillion Iron Marks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing. Average income is 76,335 Iron Marks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Major internet servers have acquired citizenship, foreign governments are looking into weaponizing the infamous Imperial bee, euthanasia is legal, and Irrell Levant's exquisite office door is replaced monthly due to angry petitioners. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tinfect's national animal is the Mini Drone, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Tinfect is ranked 163,470^th in the world and 19^th in Weyard for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 38.17 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.