The Dreadlord of Anetheron is a mammoth, efficient nation, renowned for its daily referendums, ritual sacrifices, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.767 billion Anetheronians 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, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 76.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Anetheronian economy, worth a remarkable 1,244 trillion forints 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 large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Woodchip Exports. 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 an impressive 183,857 forints, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Politicians are often found scavenging bins at night to supplement their income, women who walk into the ladies' changing room are accused of being Peeping Toms, hospitals have to sell their computers on vBay in order to afford the ransomware decryption payments, and Anetheronian novella fans become unusually flustered when thinking about Leader. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Anetheron's national animal is the turtle, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Anetheron is ranked 301,317^th in the world and 14^th in The Burning Legion for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring zero on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.