The Republic of Sthalin is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, compulsory military service, and avowedly heterosexual populace. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.457 billion Sthalinians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it prioritizes Law & Order, with Defense, Administration, and Environment also on the agenda. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Sthalinian economy, worth a remarkable 2,338 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, extremely specialized black market in Basket Weaving and Soda Sales. 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 313,639 currencies, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A nickname of "Doctor Death" probably indicates a decorated war hero, gun ownership is compulsory, colonial citizens are forced to sing the praise of the "Great Sthalinian Liberator", and God took rock and roll from you, took rock and roll from everyone. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Sthalin's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Sthalin is ranked 305,218^th in the world and 59^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Highest Disposable Incomes, with zero Standard Monetary Units.