The District of Wittstock is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by proctor with a fair hand, and renowned for its irreverence towards religion, suspicion of poets, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 17.453 billion Wittstockians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of District City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.7%.

The very strong Wittstockian economy, worth a remarkable 1,214 trillion aurums a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Automobile Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is 69,600 aurums, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 415,444 per year while the poor average 5,318, a ratio of 78.1 to 1.

People are careful to avoid hyperbolising that they'd "rather die" than support proctor, the nation's reinforced coffee tables are constructed to survive an atomic blast, lifeguards are more concerned with watching for sharks than struggling swimmers, and 13-year-old internet trolls are treated as a threat on par with terrorists. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Wittstock's national animal is the bovina, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Wittstock is ranked 23,030^th in the world and 1^st in Monaco for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 5,551.23 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.