The Regional Commission HQ of Grandterre Dispatch Office is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its lack of airports, ritual sacrifices, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 3.47 billion Grandterrians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 79.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Grandterrian economy, worth 474 trillion deniers 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Uranium Mining, and Basket Weaving. 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 136,874 deniers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.4 times as much as the poorest.

Jack Russells have proven to be terrible spies, pulling weeds is seen as a threat to national security, landless farmers wander forlornly in the government's many national parks, and no-one can foil the ambitions of Big Aluminium. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Grandterre Dispatch Office's national animal is the eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Grandterre Dispatch Office is ranked 18,217^th in the world and 3^rd in Grandterre for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 3,540.12 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.