The Republic of Starlight Hyperion is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its lack of airports, national health service, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.262 billion Starlight Hyperionians 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 government prioritizes Defense, with Education, Law & Order, and Industry also on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 67.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Starlight Hyperionian economy, worth 266 trillion lotuses 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 black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. 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 117,742 lotuses, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Rumours have it that a secret police is responsible for the recent spate of missing persons, every new building project has to undergo a five-year environmental impact study before it can go ahead, slow dancing is made trickier when Auntie Edna insists on standing between the couple's arms, and people are careful to avoid hyperbolising that they'd "rather die" than support Leader. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Starlight Hyperion's national animal is the moonlark, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Starlight Hyperion is ranked 99,740^th in the world and 1,562^nd in eta for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,085.72 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.