The Republic of West Phlebacite is a gargantuan, cultured nation, notable for its museums and concert halls, free-roaming dinosaurs, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 12.191 billion West Phlebaciteans are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 66.9%.

The frighteningly efficient West Phlebacitean economy, worth a remarkable 5,898 trillion hanks a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Book Publishing. Average income is an amazing 483,823 hanks, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,749,611 per year while the poor average 95,480, a ratio of 18.3 to 1.

Fixing attendance at women's matches is a matter of "when they go low, we go high... funding", signs at the border tell international drivers where they can put their cars, it is typical to be greeted by a string of curse words in West Phlebacitean restaurants, and drill sergeants yell in the ears of bespectacled nerds in cybermilitary "reboot camps". Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. West Phlebacite's national animal is the six legged unicorn, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

West Phlebacite is ranked 2,766^th in the world and 34^th in 10000 Islands for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 160,145.64 Standard Monetary Units.