The Night Father of Venico is a titanic, socially progressive nation, ruled by Venico with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, ubiquitous missile silos, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 14.944 billion Romulans are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Romule. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Romulan economy, worth a remarkable 5,433 trillion GPS a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an amazing 363,616 GPS, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,492,411 per year while the poor average 19,055, a ratio of 130 to 1.

The only places to see Elks now are at local zoos, the statue in the Mumford Plaza has a solar panel for a hat, the new cheese tax is colloquially known as "wheel welfare", and foreign football clubs wave the Romulan flag before every game. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Venico's national animal is the Elk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Worship of the Overseer.

Venico is ranked 291,087^th in the world and 34^th in The Brotherhood of Malice for Most Developed, scoring 47.45 on the Human Development Index.