The Sheep shoop of Vest Oldabre is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Kyte Wardin with an iron fist, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, enslaved workforce, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 11.965 billion mistakes 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, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Exalos. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 77.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Vest Oldabrean economy, worth a remarkable 4,706 trillion Pebbleses a year, is mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 393,318 Pebbleses, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,169,468 per year while the poor average 103,710, a ratio of 11.3 to 1.

Nobody brings rolls of coins to the laundromat anymore, the end of autumn is celebrated with a bonfire of designer bags, only senior nuclear power plant employees may use the control rods to warm up their lunches, and professional athletes can't see balls amid the deluge of advertisements. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent, thanks to a well-funded police force. Vest Oldabre's national animal is the Wood Jester, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is bread.

Vest Oldabre is ranked 23,346^th in the world and 46^th in The Glorious Nations of Iwaku for Most Patriotic, with 48.64 flags saluted per person per day.