The Night Father of Venico is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Venico with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, compulsory military service, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.042 billion Romulans are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Romule. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Romulan economy, worth a remarkable 5,468 trillion GPS a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 363,529 GPS, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,973,119 per year while the poor average 9,525, a ratio of 312 to 1.

The nation's once beautiful countryside has turned brown as farmers spray potent pesticides, raindances intended to summon storms instead attract tourists, the banshee wail foretells skies of death, and nerdy teenagers have to prove that they're made of the same stuff as their grandparents. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Venico's national animal is the Elk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Worship of the Overseer.

Venico is ranked 331,035^th in the world and 39^th in The Brotherhood of Malice for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring -43.13 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.