The Republic of Panzer Vor 31 is a massive, safe nation, notable for its frequent executions, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.437 billion Panzer Vor 31ians 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, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 39.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Panzer Vor 31ian economy, worth 167 trillion lire 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 Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 68,697 lire, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

New pilots are regularly reminded that they are more expendable than their planes, grinding bureaucracy has the international wheels of justice turning slowly, the government makes bereaved siblings into bereaved orphans, and foreign musicians that Leader dislikes are turned away at the border. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Panzer Vor 31's national animal is the beaver, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Panzer Vor 31 is ranked 110,817^th in the world and 2,450^th in Suspicious for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 41,355.86 Standard Monetary Units.