The City of Forwerpen is a titanic, efficient nation, ruled by the Board of Ealdormen with an even hand, and notable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, frequent executions, and unlimited-speed roads. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 16.909 billion Forwerpians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Forwerpen. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Forwerpian economy, worth a remarkable 2,496 trillion species a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an impressive 147,625 species, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 496,288 per year while the poor average 32,560, a ratio of 15.2 to 1.

There's a mortuary next to every Forwerpian restaurant, the media only bothers polling the three most exclusive country clubs in the nation, the nation's biggest export is stupidity, and public shaming is the bedrock of Forwerpian society. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Forwerpen's national animal is the one-horned horse, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is laissez-faire.

Forwerpen is ranked 2,663^rd in the world and 44^th in the Rejected Realms for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring 33 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.