The Rectory of Vento tene is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its unlimited-speed roads, frequent executions, and disturbing lack of elderly people. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 2.012 billion Vento teneans 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 large, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 70.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Vento tenean economy, worth 162 trillion Rectorial Talers a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Automobile Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 80,794 Rectorial Talers, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Human sacrifice to the metaphorical altar of Mammon ensures national prosperity, no suburban lawn is complete without barbed wire and landmines, the nationalised Arms Manufacturing Industry is not interested in making weapons, and antique comic book collectors are disappointed to hear that their treasures are worth exactly as little as their mothers said they were. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vento tene's national animal is the Rectorial Labrador, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Vento tene is ranked 57,392^nd in the world and 6^th in Urcean Rectories for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 1,759.32 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.