The Dominion of Outer Urcea is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its ritual sacrifices, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.419 billion Outer Urceans 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Outer Urceopolis. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 65.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Outer Urcean economy, worth 292 trillion Imperial Dollars 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 a large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Information Technology, and Automobile Manufacturing. 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 impressive 120,972 Imperial Dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 383,557 per year while the poor average 29,089, a ratio of 13.2 to 1.

The police double as repo men, weird kids who eat bugs are breaking the law, citizens are strongly encouraged to breathe less so as to limit the carbon footprint, and they unpaved paradise and tore up a parking lot (ooh, bop bop bop). Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Outer Urcea's national animal is the Argyrean Tobacco Dog, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Outer Urcea is ranked 23,241^st in the world and 2^nd in Urcean Civilization for Most Developed, scoring 85.75 on the Human Development Index.