The Federation of Zavea is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Prime Minister Langley with an even hand, and notable for its public floggings, ubiquitous missile silos, and national health service. The compassionate, cheerful population of 32.402 billion Zaveans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Oured. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Zavean economy, worth an astonishing 16,085 trillion Zavean Standard Dollars a year, is quite specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 496,445 Zavean Standard Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Structures are raised on promises, the men in trenchcoats hanging around playgrounds are actually police officers, pranking is an art form, and the government prides itself on being smug and condescending to idiots. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Zavea's national animal is the Angel Dove, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Zavea is ranked 9^th in the world and 1^st in the Rejected Realms for Most Cultured, scoring 1,712 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.