The Empire of Greater Soltarin is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its infamous sell-swords, public floggings, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 7.344 billion Greater Soltarians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 81.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Greater Soltarian economy, worth a remarkable 1,382 trillion Soltas 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, Information Technology, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. 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 an impressive 188,186 Soltas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

A nickname of "Doctor Death" probably indicates a decorated war hero, royals are always ready with their diamond-encrusted toilet plungers in case a royal flush doesn't work, talkative students are escorted from schools in second-hand prison buses, and billions of Soltas are spent to take high-quality photos of the Dron Nebula. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Greater Soltarin's national animal is the Dron, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Greater Soltarin is ranked 284,630^th in the world and 10,889^th in Balder for Highest Food Quality, scoring 4.96 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.