The Republic of Oslasa30 is a colossal, orderly nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, daily referendums, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 7.747 billion Oslasa30ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 71.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Oslasa30ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,894 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, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. 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 244,526 francs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.8 times as much as the poorest.

Oslasa30ian police have to pay out of their own pockets for bulletproof vests, major cities shut down as their local sports team takes to the field every day, the dish 'poisson avec poison' is only available on the black market, and captains must wait until all rats are safe before jumping ship. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Oslasa30's national animal is the swan, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Oslasa30 is ranked 286,377^th in the world and 10,809^th in Osiris for Highest Food Quality, scoring 4.43 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.