The Holy Empire of Ostrice is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Adam with a fair hand, and remarkable for its punitive income tax rates, devotion to social welfare, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic population of 4.069 billion Ostriceans are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The enormous, liberal, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Healthcare, Education, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of CB Dan i noc. The average income tax rate is 76.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Ostricean economy, worth 177 trillion gays a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Furniture Restoration and Cheese Exports. Average income is 43,515 gays, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Ministers browse Alright! magazine for fashion tips, student athletes gaze forlornly at abandoned my catball fields, the government only invests in infrastructure after a natural disaster, and crime is on the rise as DNA sampling has been all but outlawed. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ostrice's national animal is the my cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is haha weed.

Ostrice is ranked 229,864^th in the world and 1,116^th in The Communist Bloc for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -4.2 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.