The Grand Republic of Ostlantis is a mammoth, genial nation, ruled by Princeps Soleil Estiegne with an even hand, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, irreverence towards religion, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic population of 5.603 billion Ostlanteans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Grifentia. The average income tax rate is 72.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Ostlantic economy, worth 955 trillion Ostmarks a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, and Tourism. Average income is an impressive 170,545 Ostmarks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

A soldier's body is a temple, commuters travel in zigzags to avoid stalking accusations, the Grinder at Fat Sal's Deli and Recycling Center is a national institution, and internet moderator is one of the most popular jobs among the nation's more socially awkward citizens. Crime is totally unknown. Ostlantis's national animal is the Griffon, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is Artorianity.

Ostlantis is ranked 71,802^nd in the world and 340^th in the Plains of Perdition for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring 2,889.7 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.