The Voice crying in wilderness of Hatorre is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by The Repentant Preacher with a fair hand, and notable for its compulsory military service, daily referendums, and absence of drug laws. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 2.53 billion Hatorreans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The tiny, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Manzanilla. The average income tax rate is 8.4%.

The strong Hatorrean economy, worth 183 trillion doblas a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Cheese Exports. Average income is 72,676 doblas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.7 times as much as the poorest.

The new airport at Mr. Giles' farm is panicking his sheep, vital intelligence-gathering activities are often put on hold for Call of Honor tournaments, traffic cops spend most of their work-hours calculating citizens' monthly income, and selfie stick use is a required Scout badge. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Hatorre's national animal is the tea, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianism.

Hatorre is ranked 40,868^th in the world and 36^th in Covenant Shores for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,263.65 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.