The Republic of Rail Island is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, avowedly heterosexual populace, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.581 billion Rail Islandians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 52.0%.

The all-consuming Rail Islandian economy, worth 812 trillion Euros 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, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. 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 123,530 Euros, with the richest citizens earning 8.2 times as much as the poorest.

Political visitors are forced to stop ten paces from Leader's throne, hostage-takers offer loyalty scheme points for prompt payment, nothing gets the party jumping like Leader specifying how high, and a faint smell of body odour can be detected at several miles' distance from the National Science Park. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rail Island's national animal is the Shark.

Rail Island is ranked 35,655^th in the world and 193^rd in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Lowest Crime Rates, with 79.65 law-abiding acts per hour.