The Dictatorship of Trepave is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Corey Fetherri with an iron fist, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, anti-smoking policies, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 1.186 billion Trepaveans 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roganath. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 74.5%.

The Trepavean economy, worth 70.3 trillion Trepavean Jedags a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 59,253 Trepavean Jedags, with the richest citizens earning 5.9 times as much as the poorest.

Citizens live in superstitious fear of the mysterious glowing clouds that float over Trepave, the state funds the recreational drug habits of every citizen, frequent fliers are obliged to submit to invasive security procedures by government security, and naturists are jailed regularly for indecent exposure. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Trepave's national animal is the Trepavean Eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Trepave is ranked 165,367^th in the world and 3,030^th in the South Pacific for Highest Poor Incomes, with 22,736.06 Standard Monetary Units.