The Republic of Panzer Vor 358 is a massive, safe nation, notable for its frequent executions, irreverence towards religion, and hatred of cheese. The cynical population of 1.971 billion Panzer Vor 358ians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, although Education, Law & Order, and Administration are also considered important. The average income tax rate is 50.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Panzer Vor 358ian economy, worth 43.3 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 Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. 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 21,990 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens live in superstitious fear of the mysterious glowing clouds that float over Panzer Vor 358, lawyers spend as much time preparing their make-up as they do their briefs, enemy navies sail within bombardment range of major coastal cities with impunity, and shoppers have literally had their hands full since plastic bags were banned. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Panzer Vor 358's national animal is the Lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Panzer Vor 358 is ranked 125,749^th in the world and 2,402^nd in Suspicious for Most Subsidized Industry, scoring 879.79 on the Gilded Widget Scale.