The Federal Republic of Trooporia is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its closed borders, keen interest in outer space, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 4.366 billion Trooporians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, although Law & Order is also considered important, while International Aid receives no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Crump. The average income tax rate is 89.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Trooporian economy, worth 952 trillion pounds 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Information Technology. 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 amazing 218,083 pounds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Military spending is on the increase, the "Dreadnowt" is the pride and joy of the Trooporian Navy, historical commemorations regularly devolve into militaristic jingoism, and conscientious objectors are hanged as traitors. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Trooporia's national animal is the falcon, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Trooporia is ranked 118,899^th in the world and 5,034^th in The North Pacific for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 1,644.86 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.