The Republic of Nicte is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Ivette Eipa with an iron fist, and notable for its enslaved workforce, state-planned economy, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical population of 1.212 billion Nicteans 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tois. The average income tax rate is 74.8%.

The sizeable but sluggish Nictean economy, worth 26.7 trillion Kalas 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, quite specialized black market in Furniture Restoration, Beef-Based Agriculture, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Retail. 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 22,000 Kalas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

Big Belly is watching you, kindergartners' favourite dance move is the stop-drop-and-roll, conscripts often volunteer for a second tour of duty so they can get a ticket to next year's Army Revue, and priests are being drafted by the church load. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Nicte's national animal is the Coastal Wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Nicte is ranked 263,795^th in the world and 694^th in Horizon for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring -4.82 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.