The Industrial Empire of Frostline is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Father Beelrog with an iron fist, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, otherworldly petting zoo, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.589 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. The average income tax rate is 77.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Frostlinean economy, worth 454 trillion Frostlinian Sybers a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Retail. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 175,490 Frostlinian Sybers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Weekends are spent tilting at windmills, adultery has been made a capital offence, bad punctuation has come to a full stop, and stranded mountaineers can watch livestreamed footage of their rescues. 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 17,941^st in the world and 448^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 298.04 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.