The Ripobaek of Whelaen is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by David Solsonne with an even hand, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, smutty television, and daily referendums. The compassionate population of 4.129 billion Whelaenians, 3.929 billion of whom are zombies, are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kolasten. The average income tax rate is 50.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Whelaenian economy, worth 710 trillion Whels a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 137,666 Whels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

Pinkie promises are a matter of life and death, people still need you and they still feed you when you're sixty-five, builders across Whelaen are blocked up with orders for new public loos, and a referendum must be held in order for any new law to be passed. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Whelaen's national animal is the Whelaenian Dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Whelaen is ranked 204,432^nd in the world and 184^th in Lonia Kreptia Llor for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 56.42 on the Clooney Contribution Index.