The Republic of Elder Jace is a mammoth, safe nation, notable for its parental licensing program, prohibition of alcohol, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.456 billion Elder Jaceans 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 Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 72.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Elder Jacean economy, worth 866 trillion Gems 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, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, 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 an impressive 134,230 Gems, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Boys are shocked by the revolutionary lesson that women are actually human, trying to toast marshmallows in an electric fireplace just isn't the same, third world countries are rich in "I Love Elder Jace City" t-shirts, and it turns out that trees grow on Gems. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Elder Jace's national animal is the Asherton, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Elder Jace is ranked 125,318^th in the world and 6^th in Paichnidi for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 1,621.57 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.