The Empire of Whitemore is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Lord Protector Lucien Stone with an iron fist, and notable for its pith helmet sales, vat-grown people, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 5.723 billion Whitemoreans 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kalmar. The average income tax rate is 80.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Whitemorean economy, worth 820 trillion Crowns a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 143,413 Crowns, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A milk bath costs more than bathing in money, property owners are terrified of pigeons nesting in their buildings, business leaders commend the government for enacting an emissions reduction strategy that reduces no Whitemorean emissions at all, and most foreigners can't name the leader of Whitemore. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Whitemore's national animal is the Canine, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Secular Beliefs.

Whitemore is ranked 7,671^st in the world and 1^st in Mobius for Lowest Crime Rates, with 103.27 law-abiding acts per hour.