The Republic of Panzer Vor 42 is a massive, safe nation, remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, suspicion of poets, and devotion to social welfare. The devout population of 2.527 billion Panzer Vor 42ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 35.6%.

The very strong Panzer Vor 42ian economy, worth 174 trillion florins 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, broadly diversified black market in Gambling, 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 68,866 florins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.3 times as much as the poorest.

Lines of trenches demarcate the nation's borders, the nation's once beautiful countryside has turned brown as farmers spray potent pesticides, some say Leader has gone MAD after authorizing the development of apocalyptic biological weapons, and the recently unemployed can often be seen at the local homeless shelter. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Panzer Vor 42's national animal is the parrot, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Panzer Vor 42 is ranked 259,329^th in the world and 6,054^th in the Rejected Realms for Highest Food Quality, scoring 7.21 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.