The State of Renegalle is a colossal, safe nation, ruled by Sir Jerrid with an iron fist, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, pith helmet sales, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 9.379 billion Renegalleans are ruled with an iron fist by the socialist government, which grants its people the freedom to do whatever they like so long as it doesn't involve getting richer than anybody else or challenging the government.

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Reigno. The average income tax rate is 64.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Renegallean economy, worth a remarkable 1,247 trillion Opals a year, is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 133,060 Opals, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Every microwave and toaster is being disassembled and probed by inspectors, the new Liquor Legitimacy Office is besieged with job applications from people who have experience in "statistical sampling methods", any secret that gets off someone's chest is promptly replaced, and the government regularly reassures citizens that there are no monsters under their beds. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Renegalle's national animal is the Owl, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Hootism.

Renegalle is ranked 87,237^th in the world and 47^th in Force for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 2,146.05 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.