The Legend of Vortukia is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by The Primarch with an iron fist, and remarkable for its unlimited-speed roads, ubiquitous missile silos, and strictly enforced bedtime. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 16.779 billion Vortukians 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 government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Industry, and Education also on the agenda, while Spirituality and Welfare are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Citadel. The average income tax rate is 96.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Vortukian economy, worth a remarkable 3,974 trillion Credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is an amazing 236,874 Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Nobody ever questions the unquestioned rule that questions must always be asked, the decision to be oppressed is now made democratically, the deceased are buried mostly to hide them from state-sanctioned corpse-collectors, and pre-takeoff checks last longer than the flights themselves. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Vortukia's national animal is the Phoenix, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is nothing.

Vortukia is ranked 284,902^nd in the world and 10,681^st in Osiris for Highest Food Quality, scoring 4.99 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.