The Republic of Ravenhood is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 1.399 billion Ravenhoodians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 20.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Ravenhoodian economy, worth 120 trillion Dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 85,837 Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Citizens wishing to be parents must undertake a series of gruelling tests to evaluate their capabilities, thousands of former welfare recipients are in a revolutionary uproar as the rest of society is enjoying a hefty tax break, military geniuses responsible for brilliant campaigns are drummed out because they have close same-sex friends and an interest in interior design, and Ravenhoodians have become death, the destroyer of worlds. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Ravenhood's national animal is the Raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Ravenhood is ranked 218,862^nd in the world and 9,216^th in The North Pacific for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 174.28 on the Societal Mobility Rating.