The Republic of Waffity Embia is a gargantuan, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape. The cynical population of 10.234 billion Waffity Embians 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 35.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but underdeveloped Waffity Embian economy, worth 259 trillion rupees a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Door-to-door Insurance Sales industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Book Publishing, and Retail. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 25,374 rupees, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Delivery truck companies use hospital parking lots to store 16-wheelers, the government tries not to listen to the people unless it absolutely has to, pharmaceutical companies emphatically promise that "your pills are in the mail" rather than admit any supply shortfall, and Little League matches are often attended by riot police with water cannon... just in case. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Waffity Embia's national animal is the lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Waffity Embia is ranked 130,119^th in the world and 3,306^th in the Rejected Realms for Lowest Crime Rates, with 62.73 law-abiding acts per hour.