The Bolivarian Socialist Empire of West Calypso is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Nicolás Maduro with an iron fist, and renowned for its lack of airports, anti-smoking policies, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 14.746 billion West Calypsoans 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, socially-minded, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Administration, and Spirituality also on the agenda, while Education and International Aid receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tropi-gone. The average income tax rate is 62.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The enormous but underdeveloped West Calypsoan economy, worth a remarkable 1,563 trillion bolivars a year, is highly specialized and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 106,043 bolivars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

The government burgles the houses of holidaying citizens, the inchworm that measured the marigolds is six feet under, organ donation rates have hit a new low, and punk-rockers and girl-bands are united in their loss of fashion statements. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force. West Calypso's national animal is the Coronation Street cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Madurology.

West Calypso is ranked 9,077^th in the world and 1^st in West Calypso for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring 11,294.8 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.