The Holy Empire of Freci is a huge, safe nation, remarkable for its state-planned economy, frequent executions, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 250 million Frecians 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 large, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 50.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Frecian economy, worth 7.67 trillion Freci Guilders a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Basket Weaving, and Retail. Average income is 30,681 Freci Guilders, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The words 'private' and 'enterprise' must never appear in the same sentence, children are often punished for the sins of the fathers, unwary hikers climbing the bluffs of Mount Freci City make great practice for foreign snipers, and the phrase 'spreading like wildfire' is no longer in the public lexicon. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Freci's national animal is the Dolphin, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Freci is ranked 47,342^nd in the world and 632^nd in Europe for Most Beautiful Environments, with 700.49 pounds of wildlife per square mile.