The Industrial Empire of Frostline is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Father Beelrog with an iron fist, and renowned for its enslaved workforce, keen interest in outer space, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.433 billion Frostlineans 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Minocoreas. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 75.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Frostlinean economy, worth 442 trillion Frostlinian Sybers a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Tourism. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 181,818 Frostlinian Sybers, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 575,567 per year while the poor average 43,821, a ratio of 13.1 to 1.

Foreign leaders' Twitcher accounts are monitored for potential threats to national security, weekends are spent tilting at windmills, adultery has been made a capital offence, and bad punctuation has come to a full stop. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Frostline's national animal is the Frostlinean Hunting Orca, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans, and its national religion is Catholic Imperialism.

Frostline is ranked 23,847^th in the world and 597^th in the Rejected Realms for Lowest Crime Rates, with 86.76 law-abiding acts per hour.