The Great City of Berene is a colossal, socially progressive nation, notable for its absence of drug laws, suspicion of poets, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 8.234 billion Bereneans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 7.4%.

The strong Berenean economy, worth 406 trillion lancanas a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Cheese Exports, Basket Weaving, and Soda Sales. Average income is 49,362 lancanas, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 313,488 per year while the poor average 3,220, a ratio of 97.3 to 1.

The nation's massive battleships are often mistaken for islands, giggling teens are asked to put their mouths on rubber dolls, teenage male videogamers often suffer repetitive strain wrist injuries, and graffiti artists spend lengthy periods of time in jail. Crime is a problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Berene's national animal is the horse, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Berene is ranked 235,631^st in the world and 4,552^nd in the South Pacific for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring -6.32 on the Clooney Contribution Index.