The Republic of Panzer Vor 340 is a massive, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, zero percent divorce rate, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.975 billion Panzer Vor 340ians 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, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order and Education also on the agenda, while Welfare receives no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 44.9%.

The sizeable but inefficient Panzer Vor 340ian economy, worth 79.8 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 black market in Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Cheese Exports. 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 40,414 Dollars, with the richest citizens earning 6.6 times as much as the poorest.

Lawyers spend as much time preparing their make-up as they do their briefs, murderers frequently escape punishment by claiming they were protecting their honour, nature magazines featuring stick insects on their covers are sometimes mistaken for fashion magazines, and pollution is on the rise along with government approvals of fracking projects. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Panzer Vor 340's national animal is the Lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Panzer Vor 340 is ranked 127,613^th in the world and 2,239^th in Suspicious for Highest Food Quality, scoring 18.35 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.