The Republic of Soltid is a huge, orderly nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, restrictive gun laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 224 million Soltidians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 70.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Soltidian economy, worth 11.8 trillion Soltidian Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 52,479 Soltidian Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Napalm is the tool of choice for disabling eco-unfriendly forestry operations, randomly bombing neighboring countries has become the new national sport, a girl's success in life is often linked to her performance in beauty pageants, and high school band practice is often crashed by technicolor-clad ravers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Soltid's national animal is the Soltidian cock, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Soltid is ranked 142,937^th in the world and 3,214^th in The North Pacific for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 1,374.5 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.