The Glorious Regime of Fremore is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Dictator Harold Vewn with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, pith helmet sales, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.34 billion Fremorians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Oris. The average income tax rate is 83.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Fremorean economy, worth 636 trillion Koronas a year, is led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 146,717 Koronas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Taxpayers cringe whenever someone brings up the Former Antagonist Reparations Treaty, homeowners are evicted to make way for new runways, a passport is literally priceless, and high school bands practice by moonlight. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fremore's national animal is the Cobra, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Fallen.

Fremore is ranked 276,134^th in the world and 262^nd in The Union of Democratic States for Most Primitive, scoring -290.69 on the Scary Big Number Scale.