The Republic of Onereece is a massive, genial nation, ruled by Prime Minister Reece with an even hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, compulsory military service, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, hard-working, cheerful population of 2.054 billion Onereeceans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Administration, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Corteiz City. The average income tax rate is 88.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Onereecean economy, worth 310 trillion Onereecean Pounds a year, is quite specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 151,356 Onereecean Pounds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

The name of the "Butcher of Bigtopia" adorns shirts across Onereece, bad punctuation has come to a full stop, barbed wire entanglements and guard towers surround the Corteiz City Natural History Museum, and weapons are only sold to foreign governments that are legitimate enough to not bounce the cheque. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Onereece's national animal is the Pink alligator, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Onereece is ranked 61,100^th in the world and 350^th in Europe for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring 4,351.8 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.