The Armed Republic of Zatvor is a very large, safe nation, remarkable for its hatred of cheese, punitive income tax rates, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 259 million Zatvorians 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 prioritizes Defense, although Law & Order, Welfare, and Administration are also considered important, while Spirituality and International Aid are ignored. The average income tax rate is 70.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Zatvorian economy, worth 12.7 trillion dinars 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, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 48,982 dinars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Pro-democracy regime change has been avoided, gamers rarely face the consequences of their actions, the nation's weary schoolchildren excel at sport but must count scores on their fingers, and the inchworm that measured the marigolds is six feet under. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Zatvor's national animal is the Falcon, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Zatvor is ranked 303,916^th in the world and 79^th in Rosaria for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring -8.25 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.