The Republic of Terrible farming nation 1 is a massive, safe nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, fear of technology, and ban on automobiles. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 2.826 billion Terrible farming nation 1ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 29.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Terrible farming nation 1ian economy, worth 144 trillion terrible monies 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 Retail, Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Arms Manufacturing. 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 51,083 terrible monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Ambitious "businessmen" use their children to sell and advertise their products, there has been a rapid increase of noise complaints over the sound of buzzing bees, a good deed is rewarded with a thank you note attached to a deportation order, and every day has been a surprise since weather reporters turned to consulting ancient totems for their seven-day forecasts. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Terrible farming nation 1's national animal is the terrible animal, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Terrible farming nation 1 is ranked 265,367^th in the world and 9,820^th in Balder for Most Beautiful Environments, with 115.62 pounds of wildlife per square mile.