The Imperium Federation of SimTropican is a titanic, efficient nation, renowned for its infamous sell-swords, daily referendums, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 16.63 billion Simtropicans 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, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Spirituality, with Defense also on the agenda, while Social Policy and Welfare receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of WindenBurg. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.1%.

The thriving SimTropican economy, worth a remarkable 1,223 trillion Simoles a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Pizza Delivery, and Gambling. Average income is 73,558 Simoles, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 269,892 per year while the poor average 14,191, a ratio of 19.0 to 1.

Party affiliation is just as irrelevant as campaign promises, the nation's atlases tend to go out of date every few weeks, blind dates reemerge as a necessary evil in the quest for love, and owners of man-portable particle accelerator backpacks are advised not to cross the streams. Crime is a major problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. SimTropican's national animal is the Achile Owl, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is The SimTropican Orthodoxy Church.

SimTropican is ranked 59,917^th in the world and 1^st in Tiranith for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 71.24 on the Bus Surprisal Index.