The Republic of Mand Gre is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its avowedly heterosexual populace, disturbing lack of elderly people, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.571 billion Mand Greans 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 85.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Mand Grean economy, worth 416 trillion deniers 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, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. 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 162,083 deniers, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Foreigners are treated with great suspicion, ill and injured visitors in Mand Gre have to walk it off until they return home, trade deals are born to the sound of a royal woman's anguished screams, and children who display even minimal sporting aptitude are immediately assigned a personal trainer. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mand Gre's national animal is the fox, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Mand Gre is ranked 275,234^th in the world and 4,826^th in The East Pacific for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 35.23 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.