The Armed Republic of Brises is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 2.734 billion Brisesians are ruled with an iron fist by the corrupt, dictatorship government, which oppresses anyone who isn't on the board of a Fortune 500 company. Large corporations tend to be above the law, and use their financial clout to gain ever-increasing government benefits at the expense of the poor and unemployed.

The medium-sized, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Welfare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 23.2%.

The very strong Brisesian economy, worth 130 trillion euros a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Automobile Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Pizza Delivery, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 47,781 euros, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 268,684 per year while the poor average 4,197, a ratio of 64.0 to 1.

People believe that if you teach a man to fish he won't buy fish from you any more, business owners who refuse to hire ex-cons often wake up with a rooster's head in their bed, people fake illnesses for the chance to wear clothes in hospital, and it's not just poseurs who wear oversized sound-cancelling headphones as they walk the city streets. Crime is a problem, possibly because it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many regulations. Brises's national animal is the rooster, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Brises is ranked 270,940^th in the world and 4,247^th in the Pacific for Highest Poor Incomes, with 4,197.42 Standard Monetary Units.