The People's Republic of Wonreba is a mammoth, safe nation, ruled by Tuur Vandecasteele with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, state-planned economy, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 5.138 billion Wonrebans 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Lenmark. The average income tax rate is 95.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Wonreban economy, worth 716 trillion Kolenas a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Furniture Restoration, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 139,309 Kolenas, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation has unofficially betrayed its values, elected officials often serve for decades in a single term, political hopefuls must announce their intentions decades in advance to accommodate extensive background checks, and you're never too young to learn how to lie with confidence. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wonreba's national animal is the Horse, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Wonreba is ranked 10,812^th in the world and 2^nd in Pact of Mutual Friendship and Assistance for Longest Average Lifespans, with 91.5 years.