The Great Republic of Keventle is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by The Senate and Consul Favalo Zervas with a fair hand, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 27.312 billion Keventlions live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Law & Order. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Arusage. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Keventlion economy, worth a remarkable 8,832 trillion Verneses a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 323,380 Verneses, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

Adjacent suburbs build competing earthworks to force the other neighbourhood to flood first, restaurants have added Molotov cocktails to the menu, scientists on maritime expeditions return with a healthy glow, and yawning is a sure sign of unemployment. Crime is relatively low. Keventle's national animal is the Lion, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Catholicism.

Keventle is ranked 790^th in the world and 24^th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 67.84 Obesity Rate.