The City of Forwerpen is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by the Board of Ealdormen with an even hand, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, complete lack of public education, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 16.694 billion Forwerpians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Forwerpen. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Forwerpian economy, worth a remarkable 2,464 trillion species a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an impressive 147,624 species, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 496,286 per year while the poor average 32,560, a ratio of 15.2 to 1.

Popular candidates who don't suffer last-second political scandals tend to get fished out of the Forwerpen River, there's a mortuary next to every Forwerpian restaurant, the media only bothers polling the three most exclusive country clubs in the nation, and the nation's biggest export is stupidity. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Forwerpen's national animal is the one-horned horse, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is laissez-faire.

Forwerpen is ranked 93,886^th in the world and 733^rd in the Rejected Realms for Highest Poor Incomes, with 32,560.68 Standard Monetary Units.