The Night Father of Venico is a titanic, orderly nation, ruled by Venico with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and enforced nudity. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.03 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 5,456 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 363,058 GPS, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,962,025 per year while the poor average 9,633, a ratio of 307 to 1.

Infantry are nicknamed "mushrooms" because they get fed crap and are left in the dark, suppression of pro-democracy protests is a daily occurrence, Ollie the Oiled Seal welcomes throngs of tourists to the newly opened Oil Oasis Water Park, and the government denies any involvement in the release of the Hot Load computer virus. 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 332,210^th in the world and 38^th in The Brotherhood of Malice for Nicest Citizens, with 0.09 average smiles per day.