The Holy Purple Malice of The Overseer is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The Overseer with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, public floggings, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 25.201 billion Acolytes 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Hideout. The average income tax rate is 78.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Overseerian economy, worth a remarkable 1,619 trillion nulls a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Arms Manufacturing industry. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 64,271 nulls, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Literature classes frequently go on field trips to rock concerts, the national security service are a bunch of crooks, the media have begun calling the government treasury "The Overseer's stash", and Jennifer Government is a bestseller. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. The Overseer's national animal is the void, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Cult of Malice.

The Overseer is ranked 15,505^th in the world and 11^th in The Brotherhood of Malice for Most Beautiful Environments, with 1,208.66 pounds of wildlife per square mile.