The Industrial Empire of Frostline is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Father Beelrog with an iron fist, and notable for its parental licensing program, infamous sell-swords, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.49 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 76.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Frostlinean economy, worth 447 trillion Frostlinian Sybers a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Retail. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 179,844 Frostlinian Sybers, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 568,420 per year while the poor average 43,444, 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 275,227^th in the world and 6,715^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Primitive, scoring -279.48 on the Scary Big Number Scale.