The Dominion of Utaranar is a huge, orderly nation, remarkable for its ban on automobiles, smutty television, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 505 million Utaranarians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Geneticity. The average income tax rate is 69.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Utaranarian economy, worth 19.5 trillion Oluches 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 Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. 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 38,625 Oluches, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Teams of painters are converting road signs from horse lengths to kilometers, 50% of adverts on children's television are for clothes made of cotton wool, politicians look weirdly alike, and Loud Patriotic Music Day has been ranked the seventh best new holiday of the year. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Utaranar's national animal is the Death Wei, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Utaranar is ranked 282,148^th in the world and 29^th in True Duck people for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 335.89 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.