The Free City of Trevenfort is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 977 million Trevenforters 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Trevenfort. The average income tax rate is 24.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Trevenfortian economy, worth 62.9 trillion notes 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Gambling, Retail, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. 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 64,340 notes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Occam's razor has sliced to pieces any childhood belief in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, workers' complaints never reach central planning, Humongo-Mart's Beef 'n Sheep Lasagne is a hit, and foreign policy is to avoid standing up to bullies. Crime, especially youth-related, is a problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Trevenfort's national animal is the sheep, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Trevenfort is ranked 298,843^rd in the world and 48^th in Badlands Frontier for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring -8.12 on the Hickory Productivity Index.