The Empire of Mirav is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Meridus with an iron fist, and notable for its closed borders, barren, inhospitable landscape, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 1.155 billion Miravians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Evena. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 35.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Miravian economy, worth 131 trillion Kezzes a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Trout Farming. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 114,020 Kezzes, with the richest citizens earning 8.4 times as much as the poorest.

Unpopular cops are fired at a moment's notice by the citizens they police, Red Cross demand for body bags is rising while sutures go unused, party officials write speeches condemning capitalism while sunbathing at partitioned beaches, and the 'kind of scrawny' 500 meter hurdle is a popular event. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mirav's national animal is the Big ass moose you find when hungry mmmm, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Mirav is ranked 49,690^th in the world and 1,186^th in The North Pacific for Most Cultured, scoring 72 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.