The Republic of Orcuf is a massive, efficient nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, free-roaming dinosaurs, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 1.6 billion Orcufians 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 large, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 68.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The all-consuming Orcufian economy, worth 148 trillion OrcDollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Book Publishing. Average income is 93,020 OrcDollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Colonial citizens are forced to sing the praise of the "Great Orcufian Liberator", tombstones are ten feet high to accommodate the names of inhabitants, babies are a small but significant export, and counselors have to sign pledges supporting gay rights before they can speak to any patients. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Orcuf's national animal is the Octopus, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Orcuf is ranked 33,590^th in the world and 12^th in Orcuo for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 52.44 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.