The Republic of Capave is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its pith helmet sales, daily referendums, and vat-grown people. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 8.74 billion citizens 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 75.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Capavean economy, worth a remarkable 1,334 trillion monies a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Arms Manufacturing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 152,729 monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Doughnut-makers claim their products are healthy because they are fortified with vitamins, industry tycoons rarely hide their misdeeds due to the government's habit of bailing them out, teenagers performing appendectomies on their friends has become a popular schoolyard prank, and schoolkids are often mistaken for fast food workers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Capave's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Capave is ranked 191,451^st in the world and 3,182^nd in The East Pacific for Most Corrupt Governments, with 1.78 kickbacks per hour.