The Republic of Wesion is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, pith helmet sales, and prohibition of alcohol. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.6 billion Wesionians 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 enormous, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 66.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Wesionian economy, worth 92.5 trillion dollars 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 slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. 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 57,805 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

There's no escape from the rule of law... or police brutality, citizens tint their front windows to avoid starring in the 'TV Detector Patrol Unit' documentary, sex changes are routinely performed at Wesion's hospitals, and scientists are not permitted to ask questions. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Wesion's national animal is the aplix, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Wesion is ranked 229,147^th in the world and 9^th in The Northern Atlantic for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -5.67 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.