The Republic of Fronterra is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by Hector Lopez with a fair hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and daily referendums. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 6.393 billion Fronterrans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fronterra City. The average income tax rate is 39.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Fronterran economy, worth 504 trillion Pesos a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Information Technology. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 78,992 Pesos, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

The new national campaign exhorts men to "Show Some Class - Don't Sit On Your Ass", the government officially wants you to slow down and speak more clearly, a popular saying is "a chicken for every pot and an abortion clinic on every street", and the Forestry Department has decided you really can't fight fire with fire. Crime is totally unknown. Fronterra's national animal is the Eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is Roman Catholic Majority.

Fronterra is ranked 47,894^th in the world and 19^th in Jamesia for Safest, scoring 103.4 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.