The Republic of Itanland is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Ruben with an iron fist, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, state-planned economy, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, cynical, cheerful population of 19.674 billion Itanlandians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The minute, moralistic, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Administration, although Education, Law & Order, and Industry are also considered important, while Defense and Spirituality aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Itandon. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Itanlandian economy, worth a remarkable 5,708 trillion Itans a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 290,148 Itans, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

It is illegal to brush crumbs off your clothing outdoors, sneezing pedestrians are grabbed by alley-lurking doctors, the big red machine has ground to a halt, and Michelin-star chefs are being called on to prepare menus for six-year-olds. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Itanland's national animal is the Cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Itanland is ranked 293,790^th in the world and 6,444^th in The North Pacific for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -28.43 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.