The Republic of Ventriopolis is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, disturbing lack of elderly people, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 4.371 billion Ventriopolisians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 67.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Ventriopolisian economy, worth 456 trillion Ducats 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 large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. 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 104,514 Ducats, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

It is a common belief that a sport isn't sport if there are no decapitations, the politician's labor union forces stage names upon candidates, the state-controlled media salutes those about to spy, and Leader tells rebellious ministers to "drop and give me twenty". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ventriopolis's national animal is the Lynx, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Ventriopolis is ranked 33,328^th in the world and 3^rd in Valerian Reach for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 2,535.07 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.