The Republic of Flavuslapis is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its closed borders, aversion to nipples, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 5.253 billion Flavuslapisians 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.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Industry, Environment, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 98.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Flavuslapisian economy, worth a remarkable 1,045 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, extremely specialized black market in Retail. 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 199,065 currencies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

A new generation of aquariumless hotels are being built under government supervision, dog owners proudly declare that their pups can predict when the mailman will arrive, criminals are thrown to the animals to repay their debt to society, and workers tend to schedule naps during all-hands meetings. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Flavuslapis's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Flavuslapis is ranked 291,478^th in the world and 14^th in Vickenian experiment containment zone for Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry, scoring -26.5 on the Tasmanian Pulp Environmental Export Index.