The Holy Empire of Irol is a gargantuan, safe nation, renowned for its compulsory military service, punitive income tax rates, and stringent health and safety legislation. The cynical population of 29.871 billion Irolians are ruled with an iron fist by the dictatorship government, which ensures that no-one outside the party gets too rich. In their personal lives, however, citizens are relatively unoppressed; it remains to be seen whether this is because the government genuinely cares about its people, or if it hasn't gotten around to stamping out civil rights yet.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Healthcare, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Irola. The average income tax rate is 80.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but stagnant Irolian economy, worth 408 trillion Dollars 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 Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Furniture Restoration, and Information Technology. Average income is 13,688 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

All industry is owned and run by the government, voting is voluntary, the government awards prizes to television shows featuring stereotype-breaking minority roles, and Irol has designated Irola as its capital city. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Irol's national animal is the vulture, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Irol is ranked 109,378^th in the world and 1^st in Somewhere but Nowhere for Most Compassionate Citizens, scoring 43.68 on the Kitten Softness Rating.