The Republic of Osbedove is a gargantuan, efficient nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, enslaved workforce, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.421 billion Osbedoveans 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 78.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Osbedovean economy, worth a remarkable 3,085 trillion francs a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Retail, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. 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 amazing 200,055 francs, with the richest citizens earning 7.0 times as much as the poorest.

Colonial citizens are forced to sing the praise of the "Great Osbedovean Liberator", students returning from overseas study are questioning the status quo, a little pushing and pulling is needed for big ships to pass, and declaring that "some kids are just born evil" is not endearing Leader to progressive thinkers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Osbedove's national animal is the turtle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Osbedove is ranked 74,991^st in the world and 6^th in Soviet Democracy for Lowest Crime Rates, with 69.29 law-abiding acts per hour.