The Republic of Townsvalley is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by Prime Minister Mike Harriot with an even hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, rampant corporate plagiarism, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless, devout population of 4.821 billion Civilians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The tiny, corrupt, liberal, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Newlands. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Civlized economy, worth 378 trillion Hektes a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining and Basket Weaving. Average income is 78,530 Hektes, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 507,115 per year while the poor average 4,896, a ratio of 103 to 1.

Manual labourers must be willing to have cybernetic limbs to get a job, the only place where one can see the Civlized cherry tree is in a museum, claiming that "my cousin said it was legal" is a common courtroom defense, and alcoholism is the newest import from Dàguó. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Townsvalley's national animal is the Markhor, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Townsvalley is ranked 238,654^th in the world and 10,008^th in The North Pacific for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring -7.07 on the Societal Mobility Rating.