The State of Renegalle is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by Sir Jerrid with an iron fist, and remarkable for its teetotalling pirates, pith helmet sales, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 7.527 billion Renegalleans 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 medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Reigno. The average income tax rate is 36.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Renegallean economy, worth 976 trillion Opals a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 129,775 Opals, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Small patches of desolate land across the world are part of Renegallean sovereign territory, pre-takeoff checks last longer than the flights themselves, Renegallean novella fans become unusually flustered when thinking about Sir Jerrid, and laser-wielding robots are taking aim at human hearts. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Renegalle's national animal is the Owl, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Hootism.

Renegalle is ranked 134,950^th in the world and 115^th in Force for Most Extreme, scoring 14.1 on the Paul-Nader Subjective Decentrality Index.