The Republic of Chavante is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by Galvan with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, unlimited-speed roads, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 24.839 billion Chavanteans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Administration, with Industry and Education also on the agenda, while Welfare and Defense aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Chacarrama. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Chavantean economy, worth a remarkable 9,550 trillion Medals a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. Average income is an amazing 384,502 Medals, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,392,954 per year while the poor average 75,667, a ratio of 18.4 to 1.

Youth rights demonstrations often end in vicious snowball fights, the question "please would you...?" is usually laden with passive aggression, a recent political speech drew the ire of nerds everywhere after the speaker claimed that Darth Vader was Harry Potter's father, and escargots have lost their charm ever since they started to be called 'cooked land snails'. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Chavante's national animal is the Owl, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is All religion.

Chavante is ranked 94^th in the world and 2^nd in Osiris for Fattest Citizens, with 98.98 Obesity Rate.