The Democratic Republic of Volstarn is a large, genial nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical population of 92 million Volstarnians are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The enormous, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 70.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The imploded Volstarnian economy, worth 622 billion Starnmarks 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 Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Tourism and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is 6,761 Starnmarks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

100-year-old politicians are now a thing of the past, the nation's government buildings are remarkable for being ugly concrete boxes, would-be emigrants are told "abandon all hope all ye who would exit here", and psychiatrists bizarrely accompany Leader to meetings with foreign heads of state. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Volstarn's national animal is the Volstarnian ibex, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Volstarn is ranked 56,599^th in the world and 1,265^th in The East Pacific for Safest, scoring 100.91 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.