The Slow Loud Breathers of Donkervader is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Lukas Ligloper with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, aversion to nipples, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 38.59 billion underlings 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 minute, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Coruscant. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Controlled by Vader economy, worth an astonishing 29,248 trillion left hands a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Retail, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is a breathtaking 757,939 left hands, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

The Counter-Terrorism Unit has been nicknamed "Big Bad Wolf" for its tendency towards urban demolition, retirement apartments house giggling grannies who delightedly watch blank TVs all day long, corporate lawyers are joyfully combing through the new tax code for any new loopholes for their clients, and students who refuse to pray are expelled from school. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Donkervader's national animal is the tauntaun, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Force Activism.

Donkervader is ranked 281^st in the world and 1^st in Hell for Lowest Crime Rates, with 226.94 law-abiding acts per hour.