The Federation of Gravespire is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Leader Everdusk with an iron fist, and notable for its anti-smoking policies, zero percent divorce rate, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 9.541 billion Gravespireans 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Iron Keep. The average income tax rate is 97.1%.

The powerhouse Gravespirean economy, worth a remarkable 1,127 trillion Rhines a year, is extremely specialized and solely comprised of the Information Technology industry. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 118,204 Rhines, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Asking a cutie their star sign is always met with withering scorn, it's illegal to be caught on tape, tourists call Gravespirean beach towns "the fine coastline", and airport users are more worried about radiation than terrorism. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Gravespire's national animal is the Dreadclaw Bear, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Gravespire is ranked 326,459^th in the world and 309^th in The Order of the Grey Wardens for Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry, scoring -17.32 on the Tasmanian Pulp Environmental Export Index.