The Painfully Pun-Prone Prophet of Omnicontrol is a mammoth, orderly nation, ruled by Her Supreme Majesty Victoria Aithbitt with an iron fist, and remarkable for its closed borders, ritual sacrifices, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 8.823 billion Omnis are ruled with an iron fist by the corrupt, dictatorship government, which oppresses anyone who isn't on the board of a Fortune 500 company. Large corporations tend to be above the law, and use their financial clout to gain ever-increasing government benefits at the expense of the poor and unemployed.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Aithbittarika. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Omni economy, worth a remarkable 2,058 trillion Omnicoins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 233,283 Omnicoins, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,139,138 per year while the poor average 2,691, a ratio of 794 to 1.

Sales of trenchcoats are on the rise, the single fish caught by Omni fishers last year is cited as evidence of Omnicontrol's thriving fisheries, Her Supreme Majesty Victoria Aithbitt's former secretary was last sighted on her new yacht, and urban planners beg for just one more lane before bedtime. Crime is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Omnicontrol's national animal is the Rising Aith, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Cult of the Eye.

Omnicontrol is ranked 799^th in the world and 1^st in Enomenos for Fattest Citizens, with 67.52 Obesity Rate.